JanPoWriMo 30

Tonight my hope is that
the transformation from
rehearsing listless in the basement
to performing active and
present yet distanced
disturbance of the peace
up on the roof is not only
experienced by the passers by
most if not all of whom
have passed like the music away
wondering where on earth
that sound is coming from
and how fortunate we are
to be sharing the same space
on an ordinary gray lunchtime
inhabited suddenly by extraordinary
songs too short to remember
never to be repeated except
once more for good measure
back to where we now belong