Without the opportunity to try again,
With no collaborations yet to come,
Our first and last joint effort will remain
With us, though loss of dreams has made us numb.

So when the house lights dimmed and quiet fell,
Collectively, we had a choice to make
To let distraction and self-pity quell
The joy of making art for art’s own sake,

Or make this singular experience grand;
An evening to remember and discuss,
For though the choice was made and we’ll disband,
Tonight, we made it meaningful for us.

The peace that met our ultimate cessation,
Was poignant as the subsequent ovation.