I’m not sure
whether I’ve really captured
just how black the train looked or how
that blended with the darkness of the clearest
nighttime sky
one can get in a city,

or the way the particular Rachmaninov
played with my memories of singing in choir,
or the way the pieces I sang in church
really shined for me tonight,
even before all this.

So much tends to fall away,
when one tries to put something
into words.