A Pome a Day for a Year

Like a drop in a pool of humanity
the chairs are ripples from the centre stage.
Transfixed my stare,
a screen, an ensemble,
a living breathing swell of notes and harmony.

Subsumed by warming strings sliding their
pitch and tempos to the prelude of
my utter joy
this brings my body into fight or flight,
my pack of tissue, my comforting hoodie,
gripped in hands unprepared.

Strike and my heart is off,
thumps to the drums and my suite of emotions
crashes with every symbol.
It is more than I predicted, more than I can handle
and I am here.
I am here and drowning in crescendos and staccatos
and soothing Cs.

Let me go, I implore my body,
let go and be overtaken by this reverberation
of remembrance and experience.
You will float, you will survive,
forever etched as you cling to life amidst
symphonic bliss.