Before the Symphony

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Everyone sat down
Silent. Even the evening
Was silent.
Everyone on the stage: paused
Statutes with hands
On still strings;
With hands on cold brass waiting
For the first note from the first chair
To be played.
Above, the sky turned grey
Waiting for thunder.

-PWC

I’ve been digging through some old stuff, and I found some older poems that I wrote. I’ll be adding them on here as I have time.

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