Part 2: Light

by mandaceehb

Bright lights shine upon our faces

As our footsteps sound on the stage

Hollow ringing noises of high heels

And the dull thuds of gleaming black shoes


All eyes fall on us

As we inhale deeply

And the hand swoops down

The first note ricochets off the walls of the hall


Our eyes burn 

How bright the fire of passion

Feet tap softly to the rhythm

Eyes are glued to varied gestures and motions


Life leaves the last of the music eventually

But the light in our eyes does not die

The end of this chapter has come

But the end of the book is far 


And the hope of every performer

To spark a flame in the audience’s hearts

To see the joyful light in their eyes