The Stage Poem by Marles Sonakaid

The Stage

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The stage is dark
And from far off, it is vague and most likely void.
However you stride into the void
And once in this world of darkness, you make a discovery
For in this dark lone space, there are many things.

Music stands holding notes,
Microphones like sentinels standing far above the rest,
Mono like stone lying on its side,
Speakers like a fat bird resting on a pole,
Guitars resting, ‘leaning like a cello’
But in the center of it all is the drum set,
With its shimmering cymbals surrounding its flanks
Known to us as snares and toms.

Suddenly the void is filled with light
And you recoil as if the light struck you.
As your eyes feed on the details of this place that you couldn’t see before,
Four people walk in the stage.
Each of them with their eyes on their instrument;
A microphone,
A guitar,
A bass,
And the drum set.

They take their instruments and stand facing the drummer
Waiting for the signal to start.
Without hesitation, the drummer lifts his drum sticks and strikes it together four times.
At once, the band comes in with the drummer hitting the cymbals.

It is music they make as the guitarist strums his guitar up and down.
It is poetry they make as the singer's voice is amplified through the speaker.
It is the strength they show as the bassist pulse the notes.
It is rhythm they make as the drummer strike and kick the fortress flanked by the knights in shining armor.

One band, one sound is what they show you as they play on and on.

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