The chill of the air
The jiggling of the door bell
The chattering voices of the audience
Entering the performance hall.
The drumming of the tympani
The rustle of the crowd
The clacking of the director’s feet,
Walking up to the stage.
The mellow hum of the tubas
The fluttery notes of the flute
The crescendo of the snare drum
Punctuates the melody
All aspects of this room
The audience, the performers, the instruments
Comes together to create
A harmonious symphony.
I have a lover Like a lock and key I know I won't find another The other side of me Call us a symphony For our lives are one song The perfect harmony Without the other, we don't belong I wouldn't trad
Soft silence coats the hall as somber death Impinge those aged souls whose time has come. Lamented their dejected final breath, Embracing quietude to which we must succumb. Now noisily proclaimed with
the voices wail at her and they scream horrendous things pushing haunting suffocating she hears the demon laughing maniacally as he slowly rusts the metal of the chains that were supposed to bind him
