The symphony is shared
our instruments, antiques from another era;
their electronic accompaniment
I wake early, even before the machines remind us to rise
scan the screens for meteors and satellites
then begin the music
Some morning Wagner, sometimes it is McCartney
at first I thought I was dreaming
another hallucination after hypersleep
Now I know it is real-- the notes I send out
and those that circle back to us
a kaleidoscope of sounds from who knows where
I no longer wonder who is playing along
I don't tell a soul
thanks to Auspice for the magical title