The Coffee House Stage
written by: Elizabeth Sams
Dimmed lights and fluttering candles
greet the listeners.
A lone stool draped with tie-dyed fabric
awaits the artist.
Time passes.
The artist appears.
Haunting melodies fill the night
with soft yearnings
and I weep.
I weep for years past
and for time lost.
I weep for talents buried deep
and now emerging.
I weep for possibilities to come.
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