Thoughts at a Band Concert
By larry r linville

I was in the same room with her again
although I could not see her in the crowd
of over one hundred fifty band members
who were playing their music well and loud.

I could not spot her young friendly face
but my heart swelled to know she was there
skillfully playing her instrument
as she sat on the stage in her chair.

With much talent she participated
in her uniform of crimson and blue
and after I listened for an hour
I was sorry when it was all through.

I thought of the experiences
that so many of us never receive
which will touch her life for so many years
at least that’s what I’m led to believe.

Pride comes in many different forms
and is impossible to explain
but I know it overflows my heart
and sends sweet messages to my brain.