The Final Curtain
His calloused finger tips - caressed the stings With fire - one last time-
As he played - the cords of his emotions - with passion - as he climbed-
A lifetime - of memories -burned brightly- that night- upon the strings-
Flames- from his soul- flew through the coliseum- on golden wings-
The music of his life - touched every heart-with the beauty of its sound-
Then - bowing to a roaring ovation- he brought - the final curtain down-
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Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008
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