Night time emptiness. eyes searching for light.
the candles flicker. the music wondrous.
a charming little fest. a final round of applause.
the girl on piano was purple & naked. she smiled as she danced on the keys.
the clarinet girl was tall & so slim. she stood on her heels & buckled her knees, with each tap of the rapperty beat.
then laughing at the trombonist, finger in his ear, the drummer beside him breaking his sticks
my favourite – the choir singing for god’s worth. destroying the lead & embarrassing the tenor,
two died in a mishap when the triangle fell. but no-one really noticed & the tickets were cheap.
late night escape with a girl from the Ninth. Beethoven smiles, a kiss of triumph.
(c) Ed Simkins