he Sang in a Loud Whisper

"...Toward the end of the path, we found Hurt's grave. Aged logs formed a rough rectangle off of his head stone, which was adorned with a bullet casing, some coins, and a faded necklace of Mardi Gras beads. A spray of sunlight showered through a filter of thick summer leaves, and the ground was rich with mulch. There was a sacred silence to this shrouded burial ground. Of all the graves we saw on our trip, this was the most difficult to find and the most neglected. It was also the most peaceful." http://www.deltablues.net/violet.html