We worked for it our entire lives
Practicing and Practicing
Over and over
Keeping in mind
Practice makes Perfect
We practiced for the opening night
We practiced for a show that sold no tickets
Tickets printed in invisible ink
We became actors of a new page
Within a new book
Filled with old stories
We hung on parentheses smiles
We Danced to metaphorical orchestras
Heartbeats, the bass line
Too irregular
We will never escape our own heart murmurs
So we let it live
And we danced to a silent musical
A musical played by air like instruments
We converted to oxygen like a new religion
And I’d have to say in realization
that
I never said
We’d go on forever