The Final Curtain (A Farewell Tribute to Bonnie)

The heavy curtain falls upon the stage, The final line is written on the page. No audience to cheer the fading light, Just shadows stretching through the silent night. I hear the echo of a thousand songs, Righting all the hidden, bitter wrongs. The dust is settling on the broken keys, A legacy carved in the winter breeze. I’m standing where the storm has turned to grey, Watching as the colors melt away! The thunder dies, the lightning leaves the sky, We’re leaving all the questions to the why! The stage is empty, but the ghost is loud, Wrapped in the silence of a velvet shroud! No more fire, just the cooling stone, Walking this last mile all on my own. You were the match that ignited the flame, Now even the wind has forgotten your name! I’m standing where the storm has turned to grey, Watching as the colors melt away! The thunder dies, the lightning leaves the sky, We’re leaving all the questions to the why! The stage is empty, but the ghost is loud, Wrapped in the silence of a velvet shroud! The house is dark. The music... just sleeps.