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.
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