Photo: John Swannell.
full-bodied notes fade to erruptive applause, and she
beautiful diva, embraces all with widening brown eyes
'bravo!' 'bravo!' they cry to themselves and the sky
her passionate face, her warm liquid voice, a rare vintage
echoes of songs flow rippling forever once the cellar door's
shut! last tail-light slips by far field, last vine with stars left
only to shine, and no one would think that one thing she feels -
a slow saboteur creep upon her shoulder of years
clasped hand at the heart, chill
fog in the lungs ... cold clutch at the throat
but memories spring alive, always, on this focus of song -
this radiant lady, with aristocrat style, distinctive and
fine - in lyrical elegance poured from her heart
deep within a carafe of red wine, and thousands
intoxicated, sit mute and thirsty for more ....
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