this concert makes a welling inside of me
the subtle croon of the cello
aching sweet hum of string and wood and I'm there now
not a galloping
but a flowering of something verdant, and rose colored inside of me
unfolding.
I want this grateful feeling to last
that I may touch the vibrations
shimmering from vocal chord to string chord to the emanations of space in the concert hall.
our voices mingling and I am a part of this and I am just sitting and soaking.
how glad am I to be from this town and a part of this, even just being in the audience, I recognize
I am all.
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