THE ELIXIR OF LOVE

Listening to the opera
of Donizetti
not to part
with the Elixir of Love
which I was acquainted with
since taken to the Met
as a child relives his joy there
thrilled with the combination
of a staged play,
music from an orchestra
with voices from a libretto
the elixir has not aged
drinking in every melody
of my young day dreams
linked by time, eye gaze
tongue and trembling notes
knowing there is someone
young in the audience
taken by the hands today
to the balcony of the house
who will experience
a glimmer of artistic vision
for her or his memory
which will last in silence
every time they drink
from a resonant glass
of ethereal depths of fun.