A poem saluting performers

Tonight, I'm thinking about the privilege of an audience witnessing a performer immersed in artistic expression. I love watching a dancer, singer, or musician perform live. I feel like I have been given special access to what drives the performer's soul. Hope you enjoy this poem!

Passion

Hushed voyeurs await
flashes of flamenco crimson.
Furious heel taps build
waves of thunderous precision.

Crowd voices intensify
guitarist mesh with instrument.
Burrowing deeper into chords
musician stretches the soul.

Submerging into self music
the performer surrenders caution.
Transfixed by intimate spectacle
all outsiders envy such marriage.