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.