The Space That's Within -

The atmosphere is electric with joyous anticipation The musicians are readying themselves to perform You know some of the pieces that are on the programme You settle yourself down and switch off your phone. The concert is starting - the atmosphere changes An energy filters to all in the room. A tuning of instruments, the looking at scores Some rustling of programmes, a settling of bones - The conductor emerges to a rapturous applause. The greeting of musicians, old protocols fulfilling This fuss gives importance to composers long dead The excitement is rising – the audience is waiting - then A gentle quiet plucking - a crash of brass cymbals - Violinists synergistically wielding their bows. Wind takes up some threads of the melody Soprano in blue sings out from her soul Her face is mirroring a wealth of emotion Slow melody – a gradual build up - a crescendo sublime. A solo on viola – entwined with some oboe - Conductor is dancing – the harpist entrancing Percussion joy-riding - an excitement of sound Invades your serenity – Fills THE SPACE THAT’S WITHIN. You sit up straight – alert to the music – Absorbing it all with each cell of your being A smile on his face, your companion leans over – “Keep this in your mind for when you grow older, It will delight you!”