Midnight not a soul on bare scene left, <br />like hurt heart that has been reft <br />from cue beat on life’s stage. <br />Just spotlit echoes must haunt empty stalls, <br />outcast cats have sprung their cage. <br /> <br />Memory, all alone as bright lights dim, <br />where once stage-struck might minds swim - <br />fast bust cast must disengage! <br />Phantom sound waves hesitantly recall <br />heavy heart’s swing – turn the page! <br /> <br />No more floor dance, no performance, <br />cast is fast askance, <br />Time encircles plush stalls and circles, <br />silence, footloose, heavy falls. <br /> <br />Daylight, one must wait for the sunrise, <br />for no longer may cats’ eyes <br />twinkle out and assuage. <br />Only echo, tonight as comparison galls, <br />henceforth hovers here onstage. <br /> <br />Time disperses all fat purses, <br />contract contrast appals, <br />sad circumstance, outlook errance, <br />promptly unmasks surface romance. <br /> <br />Ditch me, its so easy to leave me <br />all alone with my memory <br />of full-house pounce bounce - turn life's page! <br />If you ask me you’ll understand necessity prompts <br />search for fresh part to engage...<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-of-cats-after-t-s-eliot-and-andrew-lloyd-webber/
