“Musical Envy”

The musicians play

with perfect restraint.

Their faces mirror

their disciplined abandon;

their instruments holding them,

keeping them from leaping with joy.

They speak to eachother,

like foreigners

sharing a secret.

We feed off their mood;

laughing when they laugh,

crying when they cry;

they pluck the chords of our experience….

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