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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation. Anne Rice From the deepest recesses of the crowded hall Came a thunderous applause that shook the walls An artist par excellence was on stage taking a last bow For four and forty years he had regaled the audience with his High-octane performances and sonorous dialogues He was a master of his craft, a consummate artist When he sang, little fairies danced in the air When he spoke, angels would gather to listen to The most heavenly and articulate voice ever Whenever on stage he eclipsed others His performances bringing coolness to the eyes His magical voice poured nectar into the ears Desperate to be soothed from the jarring sounds of modern music The God of Music would listen, appreciating every nuance Today, was no different, it was an act beyond compare Far exceeding the expectations of an indulgent audience Overflowing the balconies. There was acting, singing, comedy, and serious moments It didn’t matter if there wasn’t enough seating for all It didn’t matter if the air-conditioning was struggling To keep the jampacked hall cool It didn’t matter if the power was off for more than an hour What mattered was they had come to watch their Favourite artist, to inspire and be inspired. “Artists crave for appreciation” is a statement long flogged to death by writers, yet it contains the essence of truth not recognized by many and unreciprocated by a few. This seasoned artist was of a different ilk As he rose to speak there was again a Thunderous applause Greeting him, which was for the umpteenth time It took ages before it died down Finally, the audience had a chance to listen to The maestro. “Dear ladies and gentlemen,” said he You have loved and appreciated my work For many decades You have honoured me with great compliments and accolades I am forever grateful for the love you’ve showered On me”. He took a deep breath, tried to say something But stopped, his breathing seemed laboured, his face Wrought with anxiety. At last, the words came out “With great sadness, I announce that I shall be retiring today, I won’t be performing again.” The audience was stunned into silence Glad nobody has a pin to drop. I thought Suddenly, the 6.2 feet tall figure that had graced the stage For more than four decades came crashing down Much bigger than a pin, the sound was even more Deafening People rushed to the stage but to no avail The lifeless body lay there with sadness Reflecting on the face The crowd swelled, displaying mixed emotions Appreciation for the genius and sadness for losing him He had left this world never to return, to ply his trade He lived, strived, and craved for appreciation Died for it, and because of it.
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