When the Last Note Fell Quiet
Gabriel White
The guitarists fingers danced upon the steal strings
And the air was filled with a sweet sorrowful Symphony
His fingers were quick, they soon turned to a blur
With the picking and plucking the melody began to stir
A feeling deep inside my heart
As the dust in the sunlight began to whirl
In the music filled air they danced to a rhythm unknown
And faster and louder the music strummed on
Sweat began to dribble down
The passion-furrowed musician's face
Then just as quickly as he'd begun
His angelic music was over and done
Without a word he stood and pulled out
His case which he shut with the clicking of clasps
Yet the sweet stirring song strummed on
In the deepest regions of my mind, till at last
He had disappeared over the cloud shrouded horizon
And my eyelids, struggling, fluttered open
Realizing, too late, it was a dream
And forever the melody was gone
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