by Nick Gisburne
She probes her power, all that she has learned
The mesmerising mysteries of sound
Her fingers lure the shadows, black and burned
They tremble as their frequency is found
A voice, temptation, saturates her mind
A whisper of seduction sweeps the stage
Infernal strings serenely weave and wind
They spill a coiling chorus from its cage
The music soars, escaping; still she stands
She shifts and shapes, exquisite in control
A sea of sound, from ever-twisting hands
A symphony, assembled from her soul
Crescendo, and the rapture of release
And only in this moment is there peace
