last symphony of the author

a symphony of words,

the canvass of love, 

as the music began, 

the words sang, 

as the colors came to life,

the orchestra thrived, 

as the curtains turned,

the applause churned,

as the masks came off, 

the horror began,

as the rage came to life,

the jealousies thrived, 

as the wheels turned,

the hearts churned,

as the music strengthened, 

the words lengthened,

as the colors got bolder, 

the orchestra smoldered, 

as she looked into her hands, 

she saw what could be, 

her canvass wasted,

her symphony destroyed, 

what once was a dream , 

lay in ashes ..... wasted