Amphitheater

A tuning orchestra
And rehearsed symphony

Not a snare
A crescendo tympani

A soft piano ballad
A boisterous trumpet

A heart-stringed harp
Along breath reeded

Fingers on Ivory's organ
Hair kissing strings

You are a xylophonic whisper
In a multitonic cavern

Each note a new color
Light piercing the rocks above

This is our theater
And you are the music

With our hearts
As the conductor

And only me
As the audience

-PatInTheHat