Poised to play
the Teardrop Symphony.
The orchestra, eyes focused,
anticipating
the conductor's lead.
Left index finger pressed
against his lips.
The right hand
rising,
now, stopping
like a graceful bird
in suspended animation.
Not a note is heard.
Yet hearts and souls
are set aflame,
and tears flow freely.
c. Douglas Fireman
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