Final Call

Final Call

this stranger who bleeds thru the wall

walking slowly up the downstairs hall

hearing everything that his thoughts say

finding plenty of reasons not to stay

the frames upon the panels are in disarray

the spectators frozen still in feigned appall

while the artist hides quietly in his desolation

then said, “how absurd this aberration”

the patron wondered, “why is melody's seat

in this place of music so temperamental?”

the old master replied, “it is the beat -

that teaches young interlopers a fundamental

truth - these found within lines and conforms”

and thus, the room emptied the lightness

into a space of total darkness

to hide the hideous thoughts in a strange pall

one more reason; one more point - to enthrall

the black star fooled them all

‘twas David’s final call