A full house
For an empty performance
A moment of silence
Three movements of silence
Four minutes, thirty three seconds
The mind’s own musician
Now patiently beckons
But the road is one way
From the ear to the brain
The anticipation
Starts to inflict pain
As all muscles tense
Uncomfortable silence
The absence of music
Is musical violence
The pianist stands up
Not a note has been played
But the room was not silent
If attention was payed
The audience’s ambience
Was prominently displayed
A Life in Poems 