In various conversations in the past few days some phrases have stuck in my head and they've come together into a poem/song in the past few hours.

I'm not trying to compete with Scowie,I know we both find that words suddenly appear and if you have to struggle with them that they aren't right but these flowed.

THE SINGER LEAVES THE STAGE.

The singer ends his last note, takes a step back on the stage,
The echoes of the chorus linger long.
There is silence for a moment then the audience respond
And everybody wants another song

CH.
But we'll have to sing without him, have to sing out on our own,
He has gone, and won't be here to sing again.
But we'll always have the memory of what and how he sang,
He'll be with us while those memories remain.

The singer takes his bow then steps down from the stage.
He smiles and talks and jokes with all around.
It's the end of the evening and time for us to go
With the music in our heads we're homeward bound

The singer he has gone and he won't sing for us again,
Won't tell stories of his travels or his songs.
We can only hope to hold his memory fresh within our minds,
He put his love into our hearts, where it belongs.


I've got the makings of a tune for it but you may find an existing one that fits, please feel free to use or ignore.

Robin Madge