Epitaph

The crowd is disappearing.
‘Cause the stage is underground.
The melody once playing,
is nowhere to be found.
The beautiful song once playing,
has left us broken behind.
Hopefully the song which was created,
is good enough to remind.
The voice which was taken care of,
is now going on a flight.
Probably the creation,
is going to someplace bright.
I hope the people have listened,
to the beautiful melody he made.
In my head it’ll keep playing,
so it will never really fade.

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