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karaoke/
less than fond memories
of my father's high school reunion
with 40yr+ men and women gratingly belting out old tunes
pushed aside
by new ones happily made:
friends in front of the screen of scrolling words
singing amid laughs into a pair of mics,
hayley's opera,
jumping around, while the rest of us not-so-bold ones
sit back, quietly mouthing the words along
bye bye, miss american pie

and then, the next day

orchestra concert/
the conductor leaps and motions in a frenzy,
as the celloist sways in his passion, and
my friend sits upon the stage, united with fellow musicians,
playing in unison:
tschaikovsky and puccini live tonight,
brought out from their illustrious graves
and the crescendo rises, fades away, and
what we are left with
is peace

and now

her space holiday/
i sit, with my headphones on,
plugged into the computer,
as if to an iv drip

'cause i do believe in rock and roll
and not only can it save my mortal soul
but so can classical, indie[--], techno, etc.

and mark bianchi says
you can't make someone love you with a song
<u>but i'd have to think about that</u>

oh yes,
i'd rather be blind than deaf