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?