The Back Door
Lorenzo stood alongside the back door, blending into the stench of excess discarded in the alley as the discord sounds of an orchestra in preparation hummed.
Vibrating with anticipation in the moments of silence before high society roared to life and music filled the evening air. It wasn’t as crisp or clean as sitting inside the acoustically flawless opera house. Still, when the purest of soprano voices rose above orchestral synchronicity his spirit would swell and soar.
…as one final tragic note slips beyond her lips, a single tear escapes his grasp, and then applause…
Photo Credits: Unknown.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.