The Show Is Over

The show is over, but the show is not done.
In one sense, the show has only just begun
Think of this, before you leave this show and me
You've granted "right now" a place in your memory

Now there's a real chance you'll forget this quick
That the thought of this night will just not stick
So all that remains of all you now see
Is a small memory of maybe some poetry

Some of you, may remember what you've heard
Will remember this show, remember some words
Words that follow you home and into your bed
So that when you dream, there'll be poetry in your head

Some lines will have left you smitten
Some lines will beging to be rewritten
New poems will start to form
New ideas will be born

You'll start to write. To create. To build a new thing.
And out of the ashes of the old show, a new show will begin.