Mind mute with grandeur,
body rushes in to play,
court,
kiss,
embrace,
wed,
be born as
one more spirited instrument.

Feeling triumphs, expands,
bubbles,
beggars thought.

Conducted elsewhere,
I become...

ORCHESTRAL.

No need to breathe…
it breathes me.

Strange...
custom demands
I applaud only with my hands
in that breathless,
soul-tingling,
moment after.

No one stands,
screams, stomps, whistles,
waves a lighter…
(Inside me the crowd goes wild!)

From Falling Into Love:
Reflections Along the Path
By Margaret Rosche
Hughes Henshaw Publications, 2005

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