With infinite patience
one song had been composed
yet was never performed
nor recorded
nor heard
Within finite heartbeats
two dancers choreographed dreams
yet were never shared
nor believed
nor realized
With outstretched passions
two hearts astonished their muses
yet were never illuminated
nor reflected
nor mourned
Without stretched heartbeats
no poem would have ever been authored
would have ever have been printed
would have ever been spoken aloud
would have ever been shared
within each without
heartbeats echo but once
throughout abandoned concert halls
with disconsolate muses
as solitary audience members
silent witnesses…..
from
opposite
balcony
seats