History Guitar

Lork announces guarded fun
a whole lotta leaving to do
strums in a bar
six and five
his hand trembles
as the strings break
cry on his sultry lips
singing shadows fade against the walls of his red room
echoes the voice of a strange man
strange but not a stranger
its all in the past
no body applauds no cheers no flying hats
he is the sound of the past
a musician who lived lightyears ago
breath in breath out
wrinkled eyes on his face of lost time
look towards somewhere
to find that one holding hand
held up in the air
waving to call
or is waving away
if only it could sing for him
what he sang for them
sing it back
wants to bring it back
he hasnt seen the face of a clock
for how many years he does not know
may be decades or centuries
may be a lifetime
he lives he dies
every morning he lies
sulks before he is to dissolve...