silence steeped
in anticipation,
ever hopeful
she sits on
the empty stage
slender fingers
nestle gently,
rose bud lips
form a perfect pout
this flauto contralto
oblivious to her audience,
begins to bring
the world a little closer
emotions dance
to their own beat,
passions float
on the breeze of serenity
swaying notes
of sweet contemplation
magic becomes the moment,
carried away on clouds
of pure bliss
just one sound echoes,
reflecting lions' roar
at sunset
silence...
the curtain falls
in anticipation,
ever hopeful
she sits on
the empty stage
slender fingers
nestle gently,
rose bud lips
form a perfect pout
this flauto contralto
oblivious to her audience,
begins to bring
the world a little closer
emotions dance
to their own beat,
passions float
on the breeze of serenity
swaying notes
of sweet contemplation
magic becomes the moment,
carried away on clouds
of pure bliss
just one sound echoes,
reflecting lions' roar
at sunset
silence...
the curtain falls
Author notes
. . . .Prompt: Flute
. . . .This is dedicated to my Canadian sister 'everhopeful' An amazing flautist in her own right, who had an audience sitting in awe of her talent as she played the theme solo to the Lion King at a concert last year.
Background by Abear for Cannonsfire (permission gained)
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A contest entry
- Musical Inspiration by crivanea.
450 points, ended April 7, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Music! by GypsyEyes.
500 points, ended May 24, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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sis, I am over whelmed by your praise. you brought tears to my eyes...thank you so much
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i can see it..wonderful imagery..nice poem for the wrong contest...not much on the originality..but love the sentiment behind it..read ur note..wonderful dedication


