Coda

The conductor raised his baton
instruments to lips
all eyes on him
a sharp intake of
breath
and then….

Nothing
Simply nothing!
Symphonies poised to flow in
unheard harmonies
and not a note was
heard

All that potential
all those dreamed of melodies
sit out there
poised
in some unattainable limbo
aching with promise
but no voice

You didn’t even let me
love you
long enough
to get a good poem out of it
~~ 04/19/2004