For the Emptiness

We played some music last night, getting ready for a show on Saturday. It was just two of us. One guitar, two voices. We played in an empty theater space, in the middle of a set for someone else's show. Almost two hours of originals. For some reason, everything was aligned. The sound was perfect, the guitar was smooth, like butter in my hands. Our voices were on key and in harmony. The seats were empty, the building was quiet, except for our hopeful sound. I don't think we've ever sounded better. It was some kind of breakthrough performance. For no one. For the silence, the emptiness. No tape machine rolling. These sounds vibrating out into the night.