An Unseen Symphony ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones ©2022
Original artwork available at Gallery 322
In my memory of moments, there were too few early summer evenings outside on the cedar bench; my old friend, the cedar bench; the two of us, grayed with age, waiting for the moon to rise. We would sit in silence, as audience to the sunset songs of crickets, frogs, and creek; all in perfect harmony.
Somehow, they knew which symphony was scheduled each evening. Too soon that faraway chorus was overwhelmed by unseen cicadas practicing a Philip Glass concerto behind a green curtain; too shy to let us see the performance. I applauded anyway, but the moon was rising; there would be no encore. Even the crows cawed out for more.
We waited, and wished; we wanted more, but all and all, it was enough to last me through this winter.
~Michael Douglas Jones