The concert hall reverberates with sound,
          Ragged, tuneless, shapeless sound.

Cacophony and dissonance and noise,
          Joyful, chatty, happy noise.

Bejeweled and coiffed, the divas all perform,
          Flaunting, strutting flocks perform.

On stage the instruments begin to tune,
          Joining one by one they tune.

A softened light from sconces bathes the hall,
          Dimming now, it stills the hall.

The soloists and chorus float on stage,
          Dressed alike, form rows on stage.

Their sounds arise from passion, skill and time,
          Healing us; erasing time.

Melodic tunes and chords unite and ring,
          Order changes everything.


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Eileen V Finley