It was an extraordinary evening.
As if love had replaced the oxygen.
We were all transfixed by it.
The music pounded off the stage,
its energy flowing through us as a rushing mighty wind,
charging the air in our lungs.
We held each other,
carefully, tenderly,
friend and friend,
stranger and stranger.
Again and again
the glasses went up !
A fist pump against the dark.
Gianni!
Gianni!
Gianni!
I thought ghosts were filmy
unsubstantial things.
I might have known
Gianni would do it different.
