A Performance of a Brahms Piano Concerto

It is bitter cold crossing the Thames to the Festival Hall, now we are as warm as if in a local pub. Hush now you people – who I shall never know, or meet again anywhere, Hush the endless calculations of your tieless brains. Brahms is adjusting his piano stool. A fine performance. Old, fat, cigar smoking Brahms in the guise of a lovely female takes a bow. Thank you for these moments, this hour that came together among us, take the moments home now disappear into a somewhere. Outside it’s raining, a cold drizzle that runs down the necks of us all. It's okay.