Soft steps echo in the hushed hall.
Dark figures sit and stare while
Warm rays of light fall on him.
Standing in center stage in front of a piano
He bows, and then prepares for what is to come.
Sweet notes are played as he takes a breath.
The voice comes out of him like a waterfall.
Each note blooms into a beautiful flower.
His eyes translates the text to the audience,
Until the last chord is played.
He bows once more and makes his way off stage.
A roar of applause stops him in his tracks.
He bows the last time yet they stand,
To the smiling storyteller that is grateful for them.