The Band

harmonies hesitate, shyly at first
as muscle memories, ready to burst
reengage fully, oh, it's been a while
faces, reluctant to let in a smile
scanning the crowd, when did we get so old
melodies feeling so sterile and cold
grannies for groupies, oh ain't that a laugh
solo careers, then the pestering staff
do it, please do it, so much to be made
so many wait just to hear those tunes played
played to recapture a bit of the past
and here's the band, altogether at last

Author notes: image by Catherine Warburton