I reach inside your shadow
And pull you to the fore
I hold the curtain open
You grace the stage once more
The footlights cast upon you
Illuminate your eyes
You move towards the living
The audience do rise
Watching your performance
They’re reminded of your skill
Of how you took the role on board
Although against your will
You felt you could not play him
For so many had before you
But soon you made dear Holmes your own
And people did adore you
Actors of the highest realm
Queued up to play a part
You made it clear, and with no fear
And from the very start
That Sherlock Holmes is better read
But staying true to Doyle
You brought his character to life
And to his books stayed loyal
It turned your nature inside out
You lived a private hell
To compliment the words of Doyle
But you truly did excel
You added quirks and spoke the words
To make the part your own
Your method of ‘becoming’
Ensured you stood alone
And on this day, you passed away
September 95’
But still your Sherlock Holmes is shown
And keeps your gift alive
So there you stand, slim fingered hand
Resting on your chest
You watch in awe, the crowd wants more
For baby, you’re the best.
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