Sometimes a
movie is ended,
But not
finished.
The
characters get lost in a colourless background,
They do not
get a closure for their history,
For their
lives.
Like a
courtain dropped,
Heavy, over
the last interpreter in the orchestra.
He is still
alive,
vibrating.
But is
considered ended.
And the
crowd stands up, and claps,
And murmurs
fill the room,
Not letting the partiture to end the story.
The story of the music.
