Four yellowed walls in a silent room,
shadowed marks lining the bars.
Some tables high and some tables low
with trouble around, the floor softly shakes
after each bass clef boom.
All shadowy figures move to the beat,
following a time that only they know.
A tired one there
at bar number four,
holds his breath as long as two counts
before moving some more.
The sound that he makes
fills only that spot,
his voice lilting high
and incredibly soft.
Each shadow possesses a unique voice to its form,
filling the room with its sound,
as it combines with other notes around.
Gone is the absence,
a longing now filled
as upon a blank canvas,
music has been revealed.
By- Lyndsie Brown
Photo- By Andy Durst via https://flic.kr/p/DhCdfn