Broken keys cobwebbed silence
A rose a symbol of history’s violence
No more crowds, just dirty halls
Scattered memories, clear to all.

In times past, the music played
People danced, and always stayed
Drinks aplenty, piano in tune
Love, romance, for all to consume

New lines written, memories made
Our youth, freedom, no longer slaves
Only those present at that time
Remember well the final rhyme

The last stand, played on the grand piano
The final dance with a forgotten fellow
Rose discarded, music laid to rest
Memories now shadows, vague at best