Before the Rehearsal by Bradley Thomas

At the grand hall at dusk, a man 
sits with his oboe alone, 
with no music in front of him

breathing notes into the 
auditorium, the air is his paper
as inspiration writes the music

of sadness; lost arguments, failed
dreams, and departed loved ones echoes as
shaded notes rise up, in hopes

they may find a place of consolation and 
understanding if only for a moment 
while the notes sings of his soul 

in this hall of confessions, he asks forgiveness, 
playing notes of repentance, seeking redemption
in melody before the sound dissipates into silence