May 15, 2014 Tom Atkins Poem: The Last Note The Last Note The last note hangs in the air long after you are gone. lingering like love, a thing of magic, of power beyond notes and moments, piercing, captivating, it enslaves me with joy. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...