Richard strummed his harp,
Filling the streets ahead with music incomplete,
Albert ran his bow across his violin's supple wooden frame,
Each string shook as if startled, bringing sound to music's playground.
While Christopher placed wet lips above his flute's tone hole.
Breathing in to bring balance to the foreground.
Together each element cultivated sound unmistakable,
Someone had opened her tomb, broke her free from silence,
Sharin walked the earth once more.
Faces turned to observe the seven humble performers,
Armed well with verse and musical talent.
Rick watched with an arrow ever ready.
He'd only need think and it would follow,
Passing through and through.