at the end of the blues

His face was intense almost creased.
Dressed in ragged clothes he looked lost.
Once he had been handsome she thought.
Perhaps he still was If he was cleaned up.
He looked out of place in the blues bar.
The main artist had finished his performance.
Quietly he walked to the stage.
Picked up a trumpet golden and shiny.
Putting it to his lips the crowd watched.
Then he played the soulful tune
It touched her heart and her tears flowed.
All the pain of her long life in this music.
In the room a silence in reverence
Never in her life before or since
Had she heard such beauty. 
It must come from a sadness in him
he played for ten minutes.
Tearing her soul each note beautiful
and haunting.
she wanted
to follow him forever.
To never stop hearing his playing.
When he stopped
she was kneeling at his feet.
Please take me with you she begged.
He smiled his soft blue eyes gentle and kind..
That is the reason I came here he replied,.
Who are you she whispered.
They call me Gabriel he said and unfolded his
beautiful white wings.
holding her he flew
to a place far above the clouds.
where the beautiful music never stopped.
The manager of the bar said
She just collapsed and died
Such a shame
she was a nice old lady.