Into the Light

It is the morning of the concert.
Stage rehearsal separates me
from everything I have
worked so hard for.

Beginning of the week
given a book with a clutter
of songs in it.
Now they feel comfortable
like old friends.
If i don’t sing something right
tonight that moment will go too.
Like Dory i keep moving forward
to the end of the bar,
the end of the movement,
the end of the concert
when everything has been brought
Into the Light.

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