He watches her from the wings, house lights down;
hush, not a sound. It starts; quietly, slowly, gently,
her eyes closed, her breath even.
She sways, slightly; the soft rhythm meandering
through her slender frame. Slim, nimble fingers
slideglideguide his gaze to the heart of the vibrato.
Pulling his eyes back to her own, she holds him.
Holds him. Holds him. Finding perfect resonance,
her head thrown back – building building building;
the crescendo climbing, existing, resisting.
Trembling tremolo trill, momentary dalliance with adagio.
soft still silence
accelerando accelerando accelerando