I swing my gaze from side to side
my eyes alighting on the crowd

Hushed whispers floated around me
as the musicians tuned
rising discordantly but in perfect non sync
disjointed voices float on a non lyrical cloud

The wind dies and the universe holds it's breath
as the first tiny note from a violin doth sing
and the rest of the instruments gathered round
rise to join their voice to it's melody
collective indrawn breath adds a harmonious sound

for hours I bathe in a melodious rhapsody
of lilting fingers creating a sensuous massage
unraveling the knot in my soul, now free
delighting in the aural mirage

Taken by the hand, immersed in rapture
summoned by magick, I hear my name called
drifting in upon the tide of an age old dream
inhaling a portent that has held me enthralled

a broken spell from a blinding light
music is left hiding in the corners of a cavernous space
the accolades that thundered through the bones
is now just an echo, but I remain a statue, in place

I sat still but danced inside to every note
that buried beneath my skin
to lay a kernel of appreciation
inside my slightly bruised heart
underneath an iron clad chest
as the last note lay dying
it invites me to rest

sitting in the dark of resounding silence
I clapped until my hands bled
staring at the dark stain upon my palms
I've only just noticed the musicians have fled