The Concert: Part V

sometimes i wish i could magically poke
or prod
or strangle everyone
that makes a sound during a performance.
(that’d probably be literally everyone.
and i’d have to kill myself, too.)

but if you watch,
the audience is entranced –
we’re hyptonised by all that’s going on
onstage. the magic has pulled us in
and we’re caught, like
willing victims.

sometimes there’ll be one person
who’s moved to tears.
there’ll always be somebody sleeping
(silently or noisily, depending…)
and somebody not listening at all;
but for each one of them there’ll be somebody else utterly immersed.