Monday, July 15, 2013

You can follow their eyes...

Sitting in this proximity
a chair away-art pieces on the floor waiting for space above
legs counting beats
chins and heads swaying
music presented as anticipated
each wind instrument distinct pitch
as it was intended, somewhere a couple of centuries ago
in a castle chamber
among corseted ladies and tuxedoed gentlemen.

Out of the rain and the wind
in jeans and sweatshirts, we followed the musicians'
eyes move across the pages
worrying about what came next, when our turn came up
to stand up and read our verses
written just yesterday, just for this audience who came
to be entertained
whenever they are out of their houses
leaving their burdens behind
never anticipating the secrets revealed in
such spaces.


  1. Lovely interplay between past and present.
    Thank you.

  2. smiles...good on you for letting the secrets out...i like too that you prepared it just for them....hmm...wondering if you have shared what you read to have live music too...we do that where i read in richmond...

  3. .. and all the world's a stage.

  4. h, what a marvellous, lovely, inspiring post. Music fills me with joy and with the desire to live. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.