I saw Liberace smile
One Saturday afternoon in June
And in his eyes I caught a glimpse
Of the man inside
Of the man behind the smile
Behind the glitz and glamour
Caught between the mask of a manner subverted
And a truth inverted
A hidden self which danced to a different tune
A variation on the common theme
Therein dimmed and quiet
A song played low to those who listened
Whilst for the rest the fanfare sounded
Then when the quiet fell,
The fanfare ended,
We were left only
The second-hand memory of the melody
The fading echo of a song sung low.