Notes dance around my ears as the strings of the piano are hammered,

lost in the melodic genius that leaves his fingertips.

I’m interrupted by interjections from a beautifully curved piece of metal.

The power she commands with her wooden reed astounds me.

The supple tone creeping into my brain,

 pushes out everything I had been thinking of.

I feel a rumble begin to grow,

creeping up my legs until my whole body is practically shaking.

The crash of the cymbals shocks me,

Waking me from whatever trance I had been lulled into.

My ears are once again met with inspiring complexities,

Complexities I was unaware I would ever be able to notice.

The night comes to a close,

and although I’ve witnessed greatness,

my ears beg me to recall the sounds I will most likely never hear again.