Applause finally faded
introductions came last
I had guessed right
Russian
Your cello reminded me
Zhivago never finds Lara again
unanswered questions turn into
grace notes of longing and loss
linger like warm breath in winter air
gradually
drifting away
Anna
half hidden between shadowy bass notes
adagio sobs
I reflect
on my own winters
my own broken chords
The snow owl
has come back for me
I’m returning to the silence
I heard before I was born.