Niccolo Paganinni - Revised and Re-Posted
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 that night were burned 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
And bowing to a roaring ovation...he brought the final curtain down
Written: April 13th, 2006
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