It finally got to the act
Where the curtain opened
And the Hero stood playing a song.
He had been there along,
There in the orchestra pit,
Playing what others had written.
But now he took center stage alone
And commanded the attention
With the music that flowed from his own heart,
And I am smitten,
And the play is over,
Unfinished but too rehearsed.
But the Hero is playing!
And his song is overturning,
Reversing the curse
That had been spoken,
And now I'm not acting,
I am ovation,
Free to be true to Love's great prompt and the improvisation
Of genuine authentic pure dee Love.