Sitting by twos behind black stands

in an ever increasing semi-circle

are smaller to larger things painting

Images with sound in the mind

that words fail to capture

as four on each are vibrating

Smooshed together in a small room

up and down together bows go

as though they shared a mind

Or perhaps an invisible line

to the magical wand

waving the steady beat

That a heart beats in time with

causing the rise and fall in dynamic

and the attitude of the painting

Gradually changes to a fierce

allegro, gaining on its prey

remaining unseen until the

Climatic noise of the

screaming accented loud

last chord