I felt Elvis there

rolled up slow through the Graceland gate,
Evenin’ sun hangin’, it felt like fate.
White stone walls and a hush in the air,
Took a deep breath—he was everywhere.
Walked through rooms where his story's told,
Gold records gleamin', memories bold.
A jumpsuit still hangin', a guitar on display,
Felt the soul of a king never driftin’ away.