LAST  SONG

Words and music Roger Coghill


The lines along his face sing out a symphony:

Allegro first, then scherzo all too wise,

Andante were the corners of his mouth

Adagio, the wrinkles round his eyes.


I watch him standing on the stage alone.

His tunes long practised float upon the air.

Familiar fingers on the saxophone

Move as they had for many a year.


Chorus

Fingers too stiff

To run the scale,

Breathing too short

To hold the theme.

Age the conductor

Ends the tune,

The rallentando

Of a fallen dream.


Those melodies he practised all life long

To times long faded now belong

Just a few listen to his song

While other stages pull the fickle throng.


The audience is leaving for the night

And snuffed out candles wait another day

The amp confined to reverb and delay,

His last song’s echoes slowly fade away.


Chorus

Fingers too stiff

To run the scale

Breathing too short

To hold the theme

Age, the conductor,

Ends the tune;l

The rallentando

Of a fallen dream.




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