lush violins

a solemn closing to a sombre age
or so we hope when the last music's played
but no one sees the frenzy of backstage

some might with honesty the moment gauge
when the last fortress was to us betrayed
a solemn closing to a sombre age

this is the moment when we have to rage
as all the waters down the wall cascade
but no one sees the frenzy of backstage

we call the one with style the final mage
and grant no honours to the old and staid
a solemn closing to a a sombre age

what was once secret's now upon the page
you hope to silently retire and fade
but none one sees the frenzy of backstage

no one would hold this tiger in the cage
still not a fellow rushes up to aid
a solemn closing to a sombre age
but one one sees the frenzy of backstage