Let The Music Begin

On a podium of serenity and gracefully raised, Black and white dressed she holds every gaze, A banquet of musicians displayed for a queen, Polite applause echoing amidst strangers unseen. Gentle a tap of the antiquated baton supreme, Heads bowed in reference a musicians dream, The lowering of lights the hush of the lips, The maestro animated supremely equipped, As if plucked from the soul the sonate begins, A lament without voice a broken heart on a chin , Ebony and ivory, soothing memories once known, Defining passion in music, dressed ladies in gowns, The rapturous applause touched in echoes of waves, A symphony raised to it's feet, in honour and praise .