Finding Her

The sound is unison. One voice
filling the room and entering the mind
with stories told through elongated words
designed to make you feel rather than simply hear.
A hundred tongues that cannot be heard.
A hundred pairs of eyes staring at the same focal;
a wizard with his wand who controls the vocals
by the casting of spells at the flicks of his wrist.
He manipulates them like puppets, each a slave to his whim.
Louder, softer, pitch, words, silence; all at his command.
He restricts the individual, prevents any from standing above the rest.

But, a pair of eyes on the second-row break from his spell.
They shift for just a moment into the crowd of spectators and find mine.
Her voice stops as she takes a breath and suddenly a distinct sound is missing
and when it starts up again I hear it above all the rest.
The beautiful melody she sings.
Her voice reaches my ears and for the rest of the show
I hear nothing but her.

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