Itzhak Found
This night
This breath,
a velvet sea contained within
while ochre skies untangle
their tears
and bucket the wind to blow
This crowd
This still,
in the bellows of the concert hall
while the stage makes ready
for swelling greatness
to absorb each falling note
This stance
This wish,
to stand up in silence
from the frozen audience mass
in awe
and shout out: "Encore Encore!!"
This night,
This life,
a memory of a violin voice
swept up the aisles in search
of me
remaining forever more.
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