Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Singer

The room is dark,
As dark as a moonless night,
Then the saxophone plays.
The sound is soft, sweet
Entering one ear
And touches the soul
Leaving through the next ear.

The sax's notes touch
The four walls of the room.
Nothing else can be heard.
Then a woman sings,
Her voice intertwined with the sax
Weaving a tale that relates to me
Then the woman stops,
The lights are turned on,
The drums start,
The guitar plays
And the rhythm flows through the room.

Everyone rises
And dances
As the singer half sings
And half yells the song.
All the sorrow of before
Is left behind.
A new feeling takes over
The feeling of happiness
Portrayed in the song.
My song.

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