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 © | Year Posted 2008

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