Seats of stiff red velvet
and cloistered yellow lights
the buzzing murmur of
excited patrons
underlaying the lovely racket–
the clashing scales
of expensive instruments
(made more beautiful by use)
being set up and tuned.
A luscious curtain skims the stage
heavy with stories.
Even the air is different–
shimmering with a magic that's
just beyond the visible spectrum.
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