Sleeping at the Symphony

Candlelit strings sang in the city at the start
Candlelight bowing, shadows gazing back
Inside this time, music and whispers and moments

Movement, melting the sound
Flames dancing into the ground
Warm light, freeingly bound
Wicks and wax moving what’s already moving

Candlelit cacti near a corner of a storm
Candlelight shaking shadows dripping back
Inside this time, oceans and waves and seconds

Familiar from past
Dancing light at last