Take some breaths,

the string section overcoming
The woodwinds
And the brass tucked away
Under the cover
of quarter notes
and
Peaking in and out of the
chorus
Sit tight,
My friends,
And don’t forget
We know each other
And we’re all in this together
In the pit
And in the air
And in the tulip and
in the bee

but we can sit here together
At dinner, listening to Bruckner
Miming conversation
Our family tied and knotted
Our family disguised and
Splintering
Conducting,
conversations
like we're
def in the
orchestra pit