//Written before the Pacifica Quartet concert started, in the style of Seated Next To Me . Hm, maybe this will become a thing…
Next to me,
white hair with streaks of gray,
and memories etched as grooves on her face
She read a book,
“Heirs to a Forgotten Kingdom”
and she he’d it from the top,
as if she was cradling it like a child
in the nook of her elbow.
Unlike the typical description,
her glasses were not perched at the end of her nose;
rather they sat cosy near her eyes
as the reflected the sea of text she was immersed in.
She was in all black
and did not cross her legs;
instead, she sat comfortably
with legs planted in front of her
as she read on.
Ah, no, wait
she had a splash of color if you looked closer,
a yellow turtleneck,
yellow like buttersquash.
called her from her book
as she turned to face forward.
But as soon as the mini speech was over
and the quartet started to play,
she sank again into a world of texts,
this time the concert program,
but now accompanied by music.