Simple, sweet line
passed lightly from one instrument to the next
like a greeting among friends.
Concerted, flowing, coy and coquettish—
a dance of favors.
How much sweeter,
sitting in a sea of empty chairs,
leaning in to catch every note,
to clutch longingly after the thread
as they pull apart the weave
to perfect a note, a phrase;
a pause filled with murmurs,
and once more they dive into the dance.