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.

~Marie