We wait for her rhythm to awaken our love
Hoping our souls will be saved by her rhymes
Entering, filed in our sleep-walking lines,
Coffee cups and NIVs, we feel pious enough
Watching her hands to keep us in time
Standing, in pockets of unison, at her sign
We lift our eyes to the noteless words above
Hoping our souls will be saved by her rhymes
Singing someone else's love song to the divine
Our effortless eloquence remains something rough
Watching her hands to keep us in time
Alone in our silence, we pass the false wine
Listening for what our body and blood are barren of
Hoping our souls will be saved by her rhymes
We are an audience rehearsed and refined
With choreographed gratitude and well-scripted love
Watching her hands to keep us in time
Hoping our souls will be saved by her rhymes