Music to my ears
Sitting in the stalls, crescendo intensifies the soul.
The conductor directs and the orchestra responds as one.
Close your eyes and you are transported.
Performers just well met now in unison, and I in their debt.
Some are purists respecting their genre,
Melting away to sounds from Folk to Jazz
But this lady is no Sophisticated Lady.
Sitting in my home, beat throbs to raise the spirit.
The vocalist croons or guitar hums tunes
Close my eyes and I am transported.
Linda Prince
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