I want a new song, I said
What kind, He asked
One that I don’t have to sing all alone
Where the range is limited by me
Where the wave reaches its end
And meets no one
Where is the fun in that?
Wasn’t life meant to be a dance
Of two
A duet
A jugalbandi
I had always been told that was the final concert
And yet I was never prepared for either
Not a path of two, nor a life of one
Was never taught to string in harmony
So I just sang alone
I’ve practiced and practiced
And perfected my performance
I’ve learnt to be patient
To hum in the back
To not ask for the lead
Or be too loud
Can I now have the prestigious reward
Of being tied to another
Forever?
This is the renaissance
The old melodies are played in halls
Of haunted corridors and creaking floors
Raise your voice
And stand up tall
Push yourself higher
Till the sharp alto breaks snaps the cord of condition
Push yourself harder
Till your own baritone resonates in your depths
Embody them all
For at the end of the aria
The song fades into the darkness
And as you stand there
Taking a bow
And the lights go off
There is no other
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