Her stance is like that of an athlete-
ready to take on the orchestra-
ready to prove she shan't miss a beat-

Her breath from the floor lifts the whole room!
All rise in antipication of the notes that drizzle
over exhilirated faces like liquid platinum leaving
an ocean of polished corpus paralyzed with ecstasy.

She bowed.
And we beat our hands raw in applause!
We appreciate to the point of pain
the tantalizing tones that taught our souls
Magic is as tangible as a soundwave.