A Last Song

Music loved him and she was his first love
As beautiful and as pure as a young dove
He was getting famous with every passing day
But destiny was against him, it had it's say

He fell in love with her, he loved her so
His eyes showed it , so did their glow
He wrote his finest piece for her, a song
He spent hours on it, working very long

He had decided that for her he would sing
And his song for his love would surely bring
Her to the bridge outside the town at eight
So he prepared it and he did patiently wait

It was mid december and it was freezing cold
But he waited for her his young heart still bold
When she did not come he played his song
Surely she must be one her way, not much long

He waited for her hours passed away quick
He was growing colder, he was growing sick
But he did not stop playing his favorite song
She might be caught up, it won't be too long

She did not turn up the entire day entire night
People say he played all the time with all his might
They also say he was dead long before he knew
Most laughed at him , but some did not, a few

Even after his death he did not take a rest
After all it was for his love, the song, the best
People say he's still there they still throng
On chilly nights near the bridge to hear his song