(Dear Marius) Auditorium (a poem, dedication)

Dear Marius

Auditorium

Written April 26th, 2011

It is dark

But we are all here

It is dark

But we are not scared

The audience seats

Are just shadowy shapes

Empty, from what we can see

But it is dark

So we can’t know for sure

Can we?

Some sit on the stage

The stage

Where you danced

And sang shamelessly

I sat in the audience that night

I was so proud of you

I always was.

I sit at the bench

Fingers at the keys

Smooth, soft, pristine

I press one, two

They don’t sing

They way they did

When you pushed them

But you pressed them all

At least once

So each crisp note

I hear in the air

Is not as beautiful

But still familiar

Each little sigh

Released from the strings

Holds a little piece of you

So while I cry

And want to scream

Because my clumsy fingers

Won’t mimic yours

I still press them

I still press them,

Your keys.

The keys to my heart

You are still playing them

It is dark

But we are all here

It is dark

But we are not scared

Because we know you’re there

Sitting in the audience

Loving the simple notes we play

More than the intricate symphonies

That were in your head every day

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Mikey, I've found so far I feel closest to you in the auditorium. For the auditorium, it holds the very essance of your soul, I think. You're just everywhere, aren't you? Well, this is for you, Marius, and all our friends who spent time there today, in the pitch black, soaking up your presence. You were there, we felt you, we knew. And that's exactly why we were there. To be with you.

I remember this picture. You hit a disgusting chord in a song you were playing, and it grossed you right out :) You hated that fricken chord. And we just had to take a picture of your face. It was epic :) I love you Mikey <3