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When did I stop breathing?
Orchestra...
feast laid before me,
passion play,
holy communion.
Prdinary people,
tee-shirted,
baseball -capped,
don wings of music,
take up instrument'
fly,
make triumphant, symphonic love,
become heroes,kings, goddesses,
seraphim.
No pale description,
no icy concept suffices.
Sacramental,
immortal concert:
drink the ensemble,
swallow the host.
Expletive completed,
notes made flesh,
exalted to flight,
lift,
dash, soar,
plummet,
glide serene,
flutter frantic in my head,
enchanced into being.
Mind mute with grandeur,
body rushes in to play,
court, kiss,
embrace, wed,
be born again as
one more spirited instrument.
Strange...
custom demands
I applaud only with my hands
in that breathless,
soul-tingling moment
after.
No one screams,
stomps, whistles,
waves a lighter...
(inside me, the crowd goes wild!)
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