In Ballerina Stance

Written by: James Fraser

Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not Through progressive ears we're internally sought We, well we await, we await black drapes Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create Strobes through mists, signal our time Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses Arms outstretched like petals of roses She, Kim, of Touchstone effect Through their music her voice, such melodic select Prelude now generates as we await corded streams Receivers we are, appreciating their musical dreams Spotlights in sporodic dance, like silent sirens in the dark In seconds they soon touch, we the Blacktide no longer stark On this night in concert, we became one and all Strobe lights show their appreciation, bowing when shadows fall http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/touchstone.php