The final curtain call, the gradual fading of applause, the gentle lights dimming while darkness fills in, the final ovation. Like light, time has evaded countlessly the grasp I tried to hold onto what I have. Yet with the speed of light, it is all over. A final bead of perspiration wiped away, yet the closing of another chapter. Music dances in the open air, refracted from wall to wall, further and further away, moving like a free child out of reach. Eventually grown, what a mighty man whom I would not have the ability to communicate with. I lay these clubs down, a last touch of the two shimmering platters, the last calls from monstrous cylinders. Packing up my frayed sticks. For music, band, percussion. Drumset. So Long.
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