The oboist keeps coming in
very late, and the harpist
misses certain major chords
as he tries to wave in your
direction;
the percussionist with the
cymbals raised high above
his head at the ready
definitely thinks
you are smashing,
while at least six
of the violinists, two cellists
and one French horn are
weaving your name into
the main melody of
Holst's "Venus, Messenger
of Love",
all unnoticed
by the conductor
who keeps looking
over his shoulder
at you,
my bride of
just one year.