bob@security.UUCP (Bob Jordan esq.) (12/20/84)
Every song must end. However, I have heard some continue even after the music has stopped; as a hum maybe, or pursed lips whistling in time to the tattoo of my fingers drumming lightly upon my chair. Love, too, is a song; sometimes lively, now slow; and as every beginning is different, so are the finales. This bond we share is a duet; but eventually the music will finish and slowly fade away. Then it shall be music- a song will be your legacy. Your hands clutch; I twirl, pirouette, am spinning around. As I approach you yet I dance away. Nearer, closer, and then I'm gone. I will never forget your song. Long after the instruments have ceased to play I shall hum your melody. I will hear your rhythms reverberating softly within my head; knowing that all songs must end.