moments

our moment
so preserved in
mementos of
"days gone by"
so perfect
so beautiful
so utterly detached
from an outside world
where all that matters
are the embraces together
and the magic swelling
in the orchestra.

we sit and listen
but not even our
cues matter, not
even the audience
or their critiques
not even the building
or the board or the
text or the lyrics
or the work put in.
all that matters
in those moments
and the glassy
stares into each others'
eyes
and the
tight holds
wrapping ourselves
in the other persons'
arms and not letting go.
moments needed so.

"it only takes a moment
for your eyes to
meet and then
your heart knows
in a moment
that you'll never
be alone
again" j.h. (c.h)