A piece I jotted down as I was drifting in and out of sleep in the hallway at Elley Long during a rehearsal
Cup of coffee cooling in my limp hand, the dissipating steam
being enveloped by staccato notes and black piano keys.
Slowly drifting off to sleep,
red and lavender swirls pass under my eyelids.
Taking in shallow breaths of cello drones and
the rustle of music sheets against my cheeks.
Not by the music, but by the pause.
- The break.
of breath as the crescendo ends
and consciousness begins again.