The musicians quietly
Walk onto the stage
One by one
With their instruments in hand
The lights are dim
As they enter
The crowd begins to hush
As those in front
Catch a glimpse
And begin to
Quiet
As they take their place
The magic ripples
Through the room
As we wait for the
Lights to shine
And the
First notes to sound
In that moment of shared anticipation
Of awaiting
Of leaning in
The energy pulses
Through the hall
And as if we are one
There is a shared thought
Of gratitude
Of being there
To hear the music
