The Singer Poem by Clara Keiper

When he walked up on the stage
and the music filled the place
the whole room came alive
not a frown on any face

It didn't take him long
to make the magic fill the air
the man knew how to work the crowd
you could feel it everywhere

He's mastered the guitar
his voice is clear and clean
and I use to sit for hours
just to hear him sing.

Now the master's left the room
and no one can take his place
There isn't any music now
there's just an empty space

It's a time that's very special
to a woman on a stool
In a world fill with magic
where the Singer made the rules



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