Maritza Rivera’s poem, written at the Musica Viva 4/17/19 concert:
the stone steps of night
and fills our empty crevices
like water in a glass of pebbles.
It is alive and echoes
like hello in a dark cave.
It is the call of a dinner bell
that nourishes us
so we gather obediently
lest it stop playing.
We look and listen in wonder
but mostly we imagine each note
drifting gently like whispered wishes
never wanting such magic to end.