i know an orchestra
boy do i know an orchestra
she's slender, has just the right amount of sound when she walks
her eyes are on the page, but her fingers are in the air when she is eating breakfast at the table
I know an orchestra with dark hair, two nodules the protrude, in other words, hip bones.
I've heard this orchestra, I've been between the rows of strings and percussion
the people are friendly, they laugh easily at jokes with the conductor
but that conductor, that damned conductor has always eluded me.
I've rushed through the orchestra to grab his attention, but I've never seen his face
"come over for dinner a stay a while" I've yelled at the top of my lungs,
but always, always he disappears
vanishes in the thick of my arms
laugh loud enough for me to hear him and miss the joke.