Everywhere I look is a sea of faces,

silent shadows peer from afar

judging, listening, watching.

A peculiar group in black emerge

not a glimpse of white to be seen.

Lights flicker as they walk,

slowly filling the sides of the room.

Hearts beat as the eyes follow

the slow procession of these dark figurines.

These figures settle into place,

and a colorful beam powers on.

Some of them groan at the sudden change,

flinching away or shutting ther eyes.

They snap to attention as their leader takes her place,

clearing throats and moistening lips.

A deep sigh follows, silencing the trampoline bouncing in their stomachs.

A thin white stick appears, and the room is filled with sound.

Pianos, brass, and violins vibrate the air,

announcing their sound to be critiqued.

Lights change, and blue turns to white. 

Mouths open and emit different different pitches,

but connect them to sound complete.

Such a combination shocked me, 

and in a soft, sweet manner, send jitters down my spine.