Sunset rehearses backstage
as porch swing prattle rosins the tender
of audience refrain
Grass stepping stones half note the family quilt
and fade into white wine’s tone
As symphony paints the foreground
leaves handle the stars and resonate
to the ground
Stylus adheres
to the tune
of conductor
as violins antique
the theater wooden with composer intent
Emotions chord keyboards
to the throb
of baton
and composes you and I into Ventura