A Non-Musician Dreams Of Playing Poem by Glen Kappy

In dream
he never had before
he watched and listened
while music—
pleasant, gentle
for twos to dance by—
gracefully whirling
in comfortable clothes—
was played
by the ensemble
right about him.

Each member took his solo—
each played the refrain—
and then a nod
for him to take his turn—
and fiddle perched
upon his shoulder
sawed the bow
and music came from him(!) —
sweet as the others—
seamless with the others...

Then he awoke
the melody still with him—
sweet and gentle
and played by a single fiddle.