Sitting in the lighted theatre,
An excited buzz running through the crowd.
We're all here for the same thing,
We all expect so much,
And we can only hope they deliver.
In my head I go
Through the songs
I hope they will play,
I try and remember the lyrics.
My friend and I go through
An excited conversation about the music,
Hopefully a fitting tribute
To the band we know and love.
The lights go down,
And the music begins,
Eardrums ring,
'I know what this one is now! '
Outside in the cold night air
The audiences’ ears ring with
The sound of music,
Songs we have heard for the past two hours.
My friend and I talk once again,
We say that if
They were only a tribute act,
How good was the real thing?
We imagine the real thing,
But for us the real act
No longer play.
So all we have was the tribute
And our dreams.
© Charlie F. Kane
8/04/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem