PERFORMANCE

The music strikes up; dancers,

Already on stage are in motion.

They’re just a few at first but,

From the wings come more

And more again until the stage

Cannot hold another. No matter;

A scrim lifts, and there is space

For those coming from everywhere

Rappelling from the rafters, streaming

Down the aisles. The musicians

Put down their instruments to dance;

The music now plays itself. Last of all,

You rise, arms links with yours

And you’re dancing.

                         If this isn't Death

What can it be?