7 Bars of Rest
It was 9:27 at night
And I was holding my
violin
Surrounded by wailing
14 year olds
Screaming on their bows
For sleep
And it was
The
Bach Double
I imagine, now
As I look back,
That I was never there
I wracked my
brain
For any
thought,
To turn my attention from
the skittering eigths
As my bow skittered across the string
And finding none,
No hold to place my mind upon
I came upon
7 bars of rest
Gone,
It was silent
Foreboding
Gone,
I remember feeling...
Something. For once.
Emily Moin