THE LAST PERFORMANCE

If he had known
He would have stepped
Into his soul
A promise kept
To reach for shadows
In a blackened sky
He would have smiled
No more to cry.

Grasping with
Those poetic hands
That held a pen
Ink to scratch
Words that sailed
Beyond mere sight
From clearest day
To falling night.

Embrace the rainbow
Fly with clouds
Shout each word
With passion crowned
Now the echo 
Fades and leaves
Merely left alone
Mortality grieves.