As one who meditates must clear her mind
Of vagrant thoughts, so must musicians, too,
Because to notice all we are designed,
And our experiences we accrue.

But like a person climbing up the stairs
Who pauses to admire his innate grace,
Distractions all too easily ensnare,
And the distracted ends up on his face.

So when an hour passes in a haze
Of avid focus and communal bliss,
United in the harmony and phrase,
It’s too miraculous to be dismissed.

May none of us forget just how profound
It is to be together lost and found.