In the front row, watching
Violin solos, listening
More than intently, eyes glistening
Not really admitting
It was the ending

Backstage packing
Instrument and music replacing
Memories worth remembering
First chair just smiling
It was the ending

In the parking lot, heaving
Wood that had been singing
Metal strings no longer vibrating
Bows unmoving
It was the ending

Around the cars, hugging
Tuxes unbuttoning
In general relaxing
Car engines starting
It was the ending

It was the ending
And it ended beautifully