The soprano sang through a scowl
For the lyrics meant
Nothing to her
Yet she sang anyway
And the world was better for it
For her voice was the sun
Breaking through clouds
She spoke with eyebrow raised
Making eye contact
With the alto
staring
across the room
And the alto's heart fluttered
and the alto's hands shook
and the alto's knees locked
And the soprano smiled
And the alto
the alto
I
was in love