Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Final Song

He died with
His accordion open,
His hands keeping
It such as he
Laid on his back
Staring at the ceiling
With unseeing eyes.

As the police
Looked down at him,
Trying to decipher
The cause of death
The accordion snapped

It was as though
It was the final
Act, the final
Goodbye from the
Music man.

The ME tutted,
Pushing aside the
Police officers, trying
Unsuccessfully to
Appear unshaken.

He crouched down
Beside the man,
The music man and
He listen to his

It had a catchy
Melody that went
In time with the
Beat of a now
Still heart.

It swayed and pulled,
Dipped and flowed
And ascended like
A prima donna,
Up and up and up
Till it crested
And all was revealed.

The music man
Was dead,
His heart had given up
And his song
Came to an end.

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Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wonderful and elegiac!

Mary said...

It is sad when one's life and one's song comes to an end. The accordian is forever stilled!

Gabriella said...

Your poem made me wonder whether this man was a homeless who played the accordion so that he could eat. Your poem is a good tribute to the people we hear but seldom really look at.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

When a person's life comes to an end.. the song carries forward their essence.
Beautifully penned!

Lots of love,

Sumana Roy said...

i wonder if he wanted such an end...his staring unseeing eyes are haunting..

Vinay Leo R. said...

In a way, I think, his song carries on past him. Haunting but well-penned :)

C.C. said...

This has a nice rhythm to it....the flow of the story and the telling of the man's last song.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that he died playing his instrument and singing hissong. There is no finer way to go.

Nataša Dolenc said...

we have to take time to listen to a song that a person carries.

brudberg said...

Love this tribute to the dead musician (even if I find accordion music hard to love)

totomai said...

i think his songs will still play.. perhaps he died doing what he does best - music

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

It is sad when our song is done and can no longer be sung....

black-all-over said...

Like your story. Just enough mystery to make the reader hesitate and wonder,


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I like poems which are stories too.

Old Egg said...

Sad yes, but what a way to go doing what he loved best.

Jae Rose said...

Did it come to an end or was it kept alive by another - i think perhaps the latter ;)

G L Meisner said...

Wonderful job connecting life and music in a unique way.

R.K. Garon said...

Very interesting... unfortunately the graphic was missing in my browser?? Regardless I enjoyed the piece.