The Musician's Puppet
The strings are attached
The bows arched
She stands in the flood of light
The performance is about to begin
With a swish, the music stirs
The drama begins
The strings sway her
As the brass growls
She rises to the heavens
The woodwinds whisper
She falls to earth once more
The music is her conductor
The master over her
With each beat she obeys
Falling to her master's every whim
Bowing and leaping
Swaying and rocking
She is the puppet
The music her master
Her soul and heart
She is made solely of this power
As the curtains fall
She rests upon a bent knee
Until the next act begins
Until her music plays again
R&R please!