Thinking of Death at the Open Rehearsal

Where music meets morning,

keyboard and fingertips connect

like sunlight on steel.

Uchida plays Mozart.

For the seventh day my cousin Greg

is no more. A scant week ago

he walked Rufus on a beach in Maine. . .

–Excerpt from “Thinking of Death at the Open Rehearsal: The Chicago Symphony Orchestra” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013). First published in Istanbul Literary Review.

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