maestro

To listen 
After everything there is
To be said 
has been said

To listen 
As if your life 
Depended on it
Over and over

Transfixed
You listen
Unsolicited 
Unacknowledged

You do not understand
Or recall
You are transported
By words without meaning

To a place 
Or places
Or maybe you just sit
A child anew

Find this person
Find the storyteller
You were born
To be with

Somewhere out there
If you fail
This story or noise
Will be interrupted

An unfinished work
And you, unperturbed 
A silent audience 
Without a maestro

AS.

 

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