Many of you, well, some of you, ok three of you, have asked me for more poetry. I wrote this poem for “Concert Week Part Deux”. A project we might do together this winter. But, (be kind, my soul’s on the line) – I wrote it now. It feels like now. It’s for now.
TO SEE THEM
I want to see Them again and again.
I don’t care where and I don’t care when.
I think you all know who They are.
They’re my loves, They’re my stars.
I imagined I was just sitting there
in a red, velvet, VIP chair.
Could They be amazing like before?
A hush happened and then a roar.
Is this a dream so real and clear?
How can I feel Them, then, so near?
I held my breath, both hands shook.
Then opened my eyes and took a look.
I rubbed them both, I stared real hard
and there THEY were in my backyard!
Singing to me where wild birds flew
on a grass filled stage where flowers grew.
How grateful I am for what I hear,
music, full and rich, filled my ear.
I smiled, I knew They really weren’t there.
But close your eyes if you dare.
You can see and hear Them, plain as day.
Perfect music never fades away.