Pavarotti sings Caruso
On a 55 inch screen
Its a misty Summer evening
Too early yet to dream.
The conducter in a frock coat
Orchestra it plays
Flowers in the concert hall
The image it stays.
Locked in his vision
Reflecting from his eyes
Floating like a cloud
Upon wing a butterfly.
The room of many photographs
Moments frozen time
Framed in metal prisons
Half forgotten, half sublime.
A few more drinks
Lead to Nessum Dorma
Drunken eyes like lead
The butterfly has left
Through open window
Time to rest his head.