Overture

The stage opened deeper
Than seemed possible —
An extra dimension revealed
From which a grand procession
Emerged in solemn march
As Berlioz played from the pit.
When “La Marche” neared its end
And all its white-clad throng
Fluttered back from the wings
Into intricate arrangement
How my heart sang with awe.
Our lives are deeper
And grander than we know.
Somewhere there is loud applause
We’ve yet to hear.
Someday we will bow
To acknowledge the cheers,
Aware at last we are great.