Emily Copper's Poetry Flyer
Low mumbled voices fill the room until onstage, the performers wait.
Now dead silent, we all sit in anticipation,
With a raise of her bow, she begins her melody.
Tentatively the song escapes the instrument and suddenly,
There is an explosion of music.
The notes cannot escape fast enough before another is shot out.
She makes the song her own with every string hit.
Quizzaciously the violin went off after the piano
Our eyes were wide with amazement.
They returned to a perfect harmony which seemed to cover the stage in a sound all its own.
With each key hit the soul of the performer was laid out in front of our eyes.
Now I could see the color the music emitted, bright and beautiful.
I could feel my heart racing and the blood pumping in my veins as I gripped tight to my chair.
The final ring as the bow left the string echoed through me.
The final ring as the bow left the string never left me.
And again we were dead silent,
Left wanting more.