what if
what if i was always wrong
if life
has always been a half sang song
a crescendo
with a gentle backbeat
the sound of a heartbeat
a gentle end
that slips softly into silence'
leaving only the remembrance
of the last three notes as they breathed their last
easily forgotten in the next ten seconds passed
going back to sleep on the paper forever
a whisper in the mind of a music reader


a conductor
moving to the rise and fall of my breath
what if
what if i was always right?
...
i was always right.

at the last moment
as i perform a masterpiece
i look past the crowd
and there stands the conductor
clapping
and i am gently napping