Silently she left, leaving no trace or evidence
that her presence had once graced the stage.
The final curtain had long since dropped,
clapping hands just a nostalgic echo.
Her legacy would not be found within this place
but rather hearts and minds would carry it,
bringing inspiration for generations to come.....
The Performer is in response to dVerse's prompt to write a poem with the first line to draw the reader into wanting to read further. That is, to make one curious to see how the situation pans out. The Link is: