They listened to the concert
sitting side by side
unaware of anything else
as if the world had died.
Enrapt with all the music
their fingers were entwined.
All the notes, all the chords
were foremost on their mind.
When the concert ended
their eyes were filled with tears.
How long had this been missing?
It was a multitude of years.
For the music brought them together
where they should always be.
They left the seats and the music
The concert was their memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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