between me and the symphony

wafting melodies unearthly

touching down within a soul
drowning out the whirling

should I become distracted 

with other sounds nearby

a baby's cry, an usher's rush

chatters outside in the lobby

i let a choice slip by

of keeping eyes upon the prize

truth not in song's reprise

nor plans that change the key

but in this secret 

that despite it all

the Conductor's 

heart is listening