Evening Commencement

An old man sings what could be his last song

As he makes his lonely trek through the cool evening desert.

It is an aria from an opera he once imagined he had written in Italian

When he was a twelve year old boy.

But he never learned Italian, so he never actually wrote it.

As he stands alone and sings his song (in his best voice)

Into the dark desert sky,

He suddenly finds himself enveloped

By a brilliant constellation of stars.