Where chords are pulled down
and notes blow out the window
Where the reason for body
is muscle and sinew
Where the voice gives of itself
and makes a good impression
A subtle sacrifice to stylised aggression
Where the instruments of chaos
are weilded with finesse
And the celebrated poet
is free to digress
The word once written now
done to a turn
A stroll among the catcalls being
the only way to learn
Where the usher in the wings
is in raptures herself
Cums quoting verbatim
from some tawdry kiss and tell
And the stage directions all coalesce
In a mass suspension of disbelief
The crowd participates as only they can
Cheer to interpret and dance to understand
A few chosen gestures have them enrapt
As bodies are entered and faces are slapped
Where leads are taken
and reputations forged
The blending of sounds too profound
to be ignored
The lectern in its turn is obsolescent
So moan into the microphone
and conjure up the present
Where charts still mark the state of play
And graphic depictions will lead you astray
With prompts to stomp to that steady beat
Till the top's been gotten over
and the evening is complete