The Arms

The arms open, spread wide, like
A bird, flying on the air, signalling
For the players to begin, a cacophony of
Sounds, alone a mess, together a medley,
A combination, first so soft and gentle, then
Loud and boisterous, yet still steals
The ears of many, suddenly grand and expressive, as
The sounds end, with one lingering note, and
The arms, once open, close,
And the crowd erupts into cheers and
Applause, waiting for the arms to open
Once again, for the beautiful melodies
And harmonies to seep through them.
Soon, all ends, and everyone walks out.
The show is over, and the arms move on
To another place, to bring new joy and
Wonder to small peoples and small theatres.
And as I wander away, I realise that
Only one thing could be so beautiful and so terrible.
Music