Muse-ik
Vocal cutlery of a billion chords; a culinary adventure embarked
Upon the opera's table served,
Teatro San Carlo's entrails
Lucy's incarcerated pride, with peaceful flaps of dominating wings, levitates, whipping vulnerable minds with glorious submission
Hundreds of eager souls, churned by the sopranos tender blade like a knife's exodus through a sleeping butter bar, slaves under the leash of auditory focus
Heavens pause, skies stare ,life halts
Souls gleefully glare, piano chimes, banging tranquil tides against banks of troubled minds
Mozart's legacy, resurrected by contemporary vocals, respirating via bronchi corridors in classical era, made
Polyglot to a billion tongues
thrilling taste buds littered upon streets of waiting ears
What more God?