The Symphony Undone
Say, human,
say that you are at a symphony.
Which, as you know, you enjoy
to the depth of your soul.
And, suddenly, the conductor
raises his baton
And the music STOPS
in a heartbeat, inhumanly fast.
Frozen in a moment
silence heartbreak shock
motion
as one, the oboes all rise,
bow to the audience,
and walk off of the stage.
Then as a single continued motion
the conductor brings down his arm,
and music fills the hall once more.
And time moves on.
How long
How long will you sit there
eyes wide, heart leadened
before you realize that
you can never stop hearing
the hole left by the missing oboes.
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