where
I am a world class cellist.
When I walk onto the stage
and
run my bow across the strings,
I watch my thoughts
morph into sound waves
and glide into the
audience and
pluck your heart strings.
In this dream I am happy.
I am not happy because
after all this time
you finally love me.
No.
I am happy because
you are finally able
to see
what I see
and feel
what I feel
when I am with you.
The space between us -
Littered with
miscommunications and
a century wide gap
in the ages of our souls
- vanishes.
We are unsheltered by
our wit and various defenses,
left standing bare
to one another.
It's a silly dream, I know.
You've never liked the cello.