The silence stops & orchestration pours in –
“Rosebud, Rosebud” –
glass paperweight in my fingers.
It smashes & fragments disband…
I know these shards, these petals,
Licking the crystal, the scents
Some voice enters, song sweeping strong,
Its emotions choreographing
All the residuals –
Dance, dance, dance –
I am the ballet & the baton of the conductor.
I am the conveyer & you the audience
Swept away by all that’s untellable…
“Bravo, bravo” is the channel
For our emotions are cathedral shaped,
Life rising to the buttresses, the stained glass,
We, each & each of the vestibules in which
Oceans of passion resonate.