last night's concert

i'm sorry to say
that I cannot applaud just now.
my hands are too full of my heart
to make noise.

anyway:
now that the guitar is mute
and the lyrics echoed away
i need
the quiet that comes into the beach house
when the door is shut against the wild green ocean.
or
the patter of crickets that leaps among freshly-shorn grasses
which roared of late under untamed autumn winds.

in those cloistered places
the hymn of gratitude, an unvoiced amen,
only thunders within.

again.
i'm sorry so sorry to say
that I cannot applaud
just now.