I squeezed
through rows
of knees
last night
to clasp
the hand
of one
whose music -
spare and rich -
has long
inspired
my dance.
My hero,
Peter
Sculthorpe,
softly smiled -
intrigued,
but also
chuffed,
I do believe,
at my ebullience.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unexpected-meeting/
