In the hallowed halls of the Kennedy Center,
Where echoes of history fade,
A reverberation born of dreams,
In this moment, the past invades.
The stage lit softly, a sacred place,
As shadows of legends dance and sway;
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the voice calls forth,
“Jason Bonham, son of a titan, today.”
Heart’s Ann and Nancy, incandescent,
In their hands, the weight of memories dwell,
With a breath, Nancy strums the first notes,
A sonorous spell, a heaven’s bell.
The strings awaken the soaring dreams,
Of youth and pain, of love and loss,
Every note, a whispered memory,
Every chord, a shared cross.
The room holds its breath, a silence profound,
Eyes glisten like stars in a midnight sky;
Even the titans of rock, aged with grace,
Find solace in the tears that weep from the eye.
As the melody swells, like waves to the shore,
The heartstrings tug with an electric blend.
For in each rising note, there’s a promise,
A memory reborn, a heartfelt send.
Images flash—of Bonham’s fierce might,
Of an era echoing in echoes divine,
Yet here on this stage, in this sacred night,
Eternity wraps each heart in its twine.
The audience sways, caught in a trance,
Time is suspended, the world falls away,
For within these harmonies, lives a chance,
To feel, to heal, in music’s sway.
So they play, and the world blurs in tide,
With the spirit of Zepp’lin, of all they have been;
For love, like a river, can’t be denied,
And through music, their essence, forever inked in.
As the final note lingers, a gentle sigh,
The applause erupts, a shattering cheer;
Yet still in the stillness, their souls intertwine,
United in rhythm, forever near.
In honor of fathers, and sisters, and friends,
In the echoes of legends, their story extends;
For in every note played, love doesn’t end,
It resounds in the heart, its message transcends.
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