Performance
I heard it again.
The music I enjoyed
kept me at it
reading studying
rhythm and throb
and melody for company.
Associations tingled back:
my social life
emotions pulsing
carried from bar to bar
as I lived it afresh
enthused once more
fully attending.
This time I also saw it
performed:
the intricacies of the instruments
beautifully crafted
the coming together
of musicians intensed
with the soloist
orchestrated.
The conductor calling each
drawing me in
focused to feel part
of a new performance
thrilling how I felt
all those years ago
listening to those spools of tape
as I struggled to learn and to grow.
A lost part of me
in that half hour awoke.
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