Intro in E-minor

The crowd swells as empty
Chairs are filled up.
Sound
Technicians adjust the last
few dials, they turn
some more knobs.
Sound
Check. Sound
check. The spot
lights
are set, waiting
To explode and expose
He who makes music.

Meanwhile, the house lights burn
Bright as the crowd arrives
To fill the darkness
Of the concert hall.

At the edge
Of the platform, the guitar
Waits for the hands
That will take away its slumber
And bring it to the center
Of the multi-colored lights.

Its place is dark.

Meanwhile, the speakers sing
With melancholy
To fill the silence
Of the concert hall.

The chairs are full
Around the platform. Silence
Is about to be
defeated—
The amps, the mics,
The cables and wires,
The seats and the stands
Are all in place.

The house lights wane and
Black out completely.

Hush. A still lake. Shadows
move on the platform.
Plugged. The guitar stirs.
A single spotlight waxes bright.
A hand moves down.
A strum.
A sound splashes on the still lake
as the guitar and its master and
The horde of sounds behind them

Begin

To break the silence.