A Single Chair and a Cello

When Yo-Yo Ma Performed Bach At The Bowl

The stage was bare, save for a single chair, whose seat sat vacant in the spotlight’s glare

Above the cerulean lit bowl, two Klieg lights intersected like dueling light sabers locked in battle, while concert goers arrived like herds of cattle

I observed the people as they funneled in, young and old, fat and thin; gathering all, to witness genius

A few minutes past eight, joy incarnate emerged from stage right; it was love at first sight

Upon receiving the ovation with much appreciation, he filled the empty seat and commenced with the first suite

With utter elation, my heart leapt, it caught in my throat as I wept; a

late summer’s eve I’ll soon not forget;

When Yo-Yo Ma played Bach’s Cello Suites beneath a starlit L.A. sky