My favorite group is Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was thinking of them when I wrote this. |
The Band On the stage stands a lone man His head bowed down, he’s ready again He turns and takes his guitar from a stand He looks to the sky, sighs softly, and……. His arm swings slowly over the strings The notes come forth as if on wings A slow comfortable tune making the body sway, Relaxing me slowly as the world floats away On the next upswing the notes seem to float in the air I am so enthralled, I have no cares Softly the bass starts to harmonize One can only sit and fantasize Now the drummer strikes a slow sensual beat Everyone listening is now on their feet Right in the middle of it all, they stop on cue Waiting for what, it seems only they knew The lead guitarist jumps high in the air, Strokes quickly the strings with nary a care The bassist and drummer both take up the beat I’m standing there amazed, tapping my feet Suddenly a keyboard picks up like a thundering herd Now the music’s so loud, one can’t hear a word Everything is perfect, the crowd enraptured, We all stand in silence, totally captured Out of the darkness flashes a laser light show, Flickering so fast on the people below Like angels’ voices floating from the sky The choir is heard singing of times gone by Faster he jumps and whirls with his guitar, Never missing a stroke, nor a music bar His hair flings side to side as sweat flicks off his brow, Til finally he kneels, and I know the time is now…… With a flick of his hand, the others go silent What was once deafening is now deathly quiet I hear him sigh and breathe deeply in this pause, They leave the stage as one, to the roar of applause The lights have been dimmed, the stage now quite dark And the cheering keeps rising, lighting a spark Sadly it’s over, for that was the last song But it starts again tomorrow, my wait won’t be long Jim Dorrell October 16, 2008 |