Amended Programme

Amended Programme A lonely note rings out, soft yet clear Piercing through the deserted landscape Its tenor wafts over all Yet none stir at its sorrowful tone It recalls, all too well, the deafening octaves Of a time, so recent, yet wiped away forever A town indelibly etched in black To the violent blasts of flamboyant horns Its companions pillaged, their beautiful voices drowned out. Strings of hair, ivory shards, brass bells All that remain of an assemblage so grand. And so, from the royal quorum, the programme has been altered. Just that, but not erased. From a symphony so grand, to a solo in a deserted land, The legacy endures. The guest plays on. Never before has he starred.