On Rare Occasions

On rare occasions the power was given me
To send waves of emotion through the world
These were impersonal events
Over which I had no control
I climbed on the outdoor stage
As the sun was going down
Behind the Tower of Toledo
And the people did not let me go
Until the middle of the night all of us
The musicians, the audience
Were dissolved in gratitude
There was nothing but the starry darkness
The smell of fresh cut hay
And a hand of wind caressing
Every single forehead
I don't even remember the music
A wide unison whispering arose
Which I didn't understand
When I left the stage i asked the promoter
What they were saying
He said they were chanting:
To-re-ro, to-re-ro
A young woman drove me back to the hotel
A flower of the race
All the windows were rolled down
It was a ride free from error
I could not feel the road
Or the pull of destination we didn't speak
And there was no question of her
Entering the lobby, or climbing to my room
Only recently
I remembered that drive of long ago
And since then, i need to be weightless
But I never am