PLAY IT AGAIN SAM
A shock of white, a smile so bright,
He took his place upon a chair.
I saw him sway, then start to play,
A world of music filled the air.
From deep within, with a roguish grin,
Long loved tunes formed from his hands.
With fingers curled, like flags unfurled,
Then he stopped…and the room stood still.
His brow was set, no sound was let.
He rose with a winking eye.
A nod was all, then as if by call
With love in hand… he bid us all good-bye.
July 18 2007
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