Staccato Call
Symbols crashing on each side of the head;
One side magnificent, the other side, dread,
Violins play their calming current,
Bass and Cello raise anxious annulment
My caller is happy, but he carries both dire and grand news,
Someone precious, in trying to lose
Lose his youth, and play his own symphony fine,
By leaving his home a new conductor to find.
And then those who have sung in his learning choir,
Are left with strings broken, unclaimed desire,
From left piano keys black and white to the right,
They have been traveling through their own perilous night.
And then my caller parts staccato with an I love you,
While the orchestra plays trembling a long night through.
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