After Yo Yo Ma
I sat in a sea of strangers to watch Beethoven come alive on stage. One Cello. One Piano. Grand. I sat in a sea of strangers and cried as I listened with all my heart. I watched the auditorium peel away like paper, ripping at the creases surrounding the stage. The orchestra seats fell away, dropping seat by seat like round red stones. The box seats, flaring outward, crumbled inward, departing with out a trace. All the while I sat in a sea of strangers and cried because my ears couldn't believe the sweet terror, the harsh trembling, the soft tension, the joyous strain of notes. I was anonymous with my head cocked at a hard angle, like I was hoping to entice every particle of sound wave coming off that stage to slip into my emptied head. I followed falling water, sun sparkled and cool, into a iridescent pool… I dove deep, slicing the water and swimming down, swimming down, every drop of water was sound. One Cello. One Piano. Grand.
© Anna Lee