More Poetry
Music and Sound
The unseen Conductor picks up the baton
A hush fills the amphitheater
The audience is expectant, hungry for something to fill the silent Void
The light dims then flares focused on the stage
The final whispers fade away, echos of emptiness
A sharp intake of breath as the Conductor's arms rise
Purpose, clear and powerful flows with the movement of the baton
An infinite variation brought into unity
Everyone has a part to play in the Great Song
Be it a beat, a pair of notes,
A measure,
A movement
A symphony of synchronization