At the AIDS Concert 1

At the AIDS Concert

So many so young so familiar with death.
Several skeletons are in attendance, one is one
of the composers. He speaks winningly
of his virus, which is portrayed in the piece we are about to hear
by that most protean of voices, the clarinet,
and whom he defeats
in this musical fiction
with a toy piano: charmed laughter, which he acknowledges,
a boyish grin -- he cannot be thirty --
and rallies us with his conviction
that the virus will be defeated, if not this way, then another,
and that he will survive.
And everyone smiles, tears stand in eyes all around the room,
it is a sentimental moment.

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	At the AIDS Concert
	So many so young so familiar with death. Several skeletons are in attendance, one is one of the composers. He speaks winningly of his virus, which is portrayed in the piece we are about to hear by that most protean of voices, the clarinet, and whom he defeats in this musical fiction with a toy piano: charmed laughter, which he acknowledges, a boyish grin -- he cannot be thirty -- and rallies us with his conviction that the virus will be defeated, if not this way, then another, and that he will survive. And everyone smiles, tears stand in eyes all around the room, it is a sentimental moment.
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