Duet by a Soloist

At the stage, the singer stands alone

under the dim light. He sings his piece

like an elitist who discriminates –

heads up, ears only to hear his own voice

Traverse through the two-staffed measure

singing to himself both parts. Disillusioning

himself by trying a measure so high a pitch

– fit only to be sung by a mezzo soprano

The song goes on, perfectly, yet bare

On the walls resound the divine tremolos

that can only reach thus far, pervading

‘til the curtains meet again in the end.

He sighs exasperatedly, waiting for

a sound to emanate from the space beside him

Yet in a distance, he hears once more

A  voice of a lovely soprano singing a new song