Sharon rehearsing

Bart Wolffe


It’s not only the way she feels across the keys
For the note she seeks from within
But the silver or shining filament it finds
When she sings
Releasing into the air that was truly empty
Just moments ago
Which now a flowing liquid
My placed words won’t echo
Nor lift to your ears
Of how it sounds when her music plays
In auditory light and loveliness;

If only you could hear or share this
You would understand
The purity which muddy poems
Fail to perfectly express.

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