The Final Aria

Alone on the stage
Spotlights illuminating, encompassing her
Soft voices hum through the theater
As the conductor raises his baton
Their eyes connect, communicate
Her tongue licks her lips, preparing
Her mouth slightly open, anticipating
Awaiting the conductors order
As the opening bars wash over her
she feels the tug, she breaths in deeply
The baton swoops downward
The conductor nods half smiling
Her voice soars over the audience
Entrancing them, enchanting them
Hypnotic, soothing, arousing
Her passion displayed to all
The orchestra builds up to a crescendo
The conductor controls it all
His baton directing, leading, dancing
She closes her eyes, music overcomes her
She is soaring with it, away from this world
Flying, spinning, breathlessly dancing
she sings with her heart, she pours out her soul
The cello's throb pulses through her
Vibrating in and around her
The violins swirl over her
Crying out to her, with her
The tension mounts, electrifies
Faster, louder, higher ever higher
Till the last note rises high above
The orchestra slowly bows out
The baton holds her in place
The note carries to the darkest corners
Telling of pain and passion, surrender and triumph
It pours over the audience, embracing them
Transporting them, mesmerizing them
Then it ebbs away...leaving utter silence
Someday she will sing the final aria........