Trying to grasp the masters
Before they vanish
Their gilded frames
Always an illusion
She can never capture
Fame so fleeting
Even the fastest lens
Can’t catch it
Only glimpses
Of the intense suffering
It took to get there,
A ear here
Loves lost
Greatness unrealized
Until death’s embrace
Not sought so much
As an ache
To express what
No one has before
And her hands
Shaking even to think
About how much it took
To get here,
And how few ever
Managed to get
There alive
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