A concerto to end all concerto’s - the conductor.

I played my hand
plucking the strings
of my rainbow
until the colours
started to run
and the music
played was no more.
Of course time
had it’s own itinerary
confining those
including me
to a mound
specified by
the laws
that allowed
eternal rest in the
final passage of play.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no more encores unless we are Lazarus...
time to sleep, hoping we played our part as well as we could.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much J for your words.