And the man on stage winds up
the gramophone
That starts to play an old,
melancholic song
As a sad widower he dances along
in his black costume
For he thinks his beloved is gone
And under the spotlights
his face is as pale as death
His mind seems pained
His makeup fades
The gramophone stops to play
He still tries to hold on
But then he falls
down to the ground
His personage dies
And he takes off his mask,
his old self
Washes his face
Put off his costume
Looks around in wonder
As all the colours
somehow look more true
And then his beloved
steps onto the stage
to take his hand to dance
©RoseGirl2019
Such a unique way to describe this. I love it!!!
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Thank you very much
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You’re welcome.
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Oh! This is lovely.
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure!
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