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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...