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Even in silence
The room held its breath,
Paper stars crossed the flats,
The soprano played dead.

Even in silence
Painted clouds shaded sighs,
Trapdoors still collapsed,
Tears bloomed in our eyes.

Even in silence
We heard every note,
Our invisible conductor
Kept the saga afloat.

Even in silence
We railed at the sky,
Then slumped in our seats,
Thinking who, when and why?

Even in silence
The applause it would deafen,
Teeth set upon edge,
Faces raised to the heavens.

Even in silence
The theme was survival,
Two phantoms backstage,
Donning masks on arrival.

Even in silence
The show was sublime,
Here’s the unfinished symphony . . .
On your feet – curtain time.