Secret Music Poem by Arno Le Roux

As she climbed the stairs to the landing and walking,
All men looked up and hushedly talking,
The most expensive of symphonies now,
Would again commence with her familiar bow,

The black dress she wore was really for show,
Between the limo and glass door protecting from snow,
And this was her world when the doors were closed shut,
Guarded by someone who only she could have trust,

The bass violin tonight her instrument of choice,
Transporting her audience to that place of rejoice,
Warmer inside no more fear from the cold,
Her ritual now her long dress to fold,

Then perfectly pressing it into a square,
Musicians like her would this never dare,
Her natural state a breathtaking view,
The audience the same there was nobody new,

The theatre bought out no tickets remained,
This was true beauty the audience explained,
The audience as always didn't see the black dress,
The audience saw her high heels next to it even less,

Female perfection would be here tonight,
Translated for an audience with really no sight,
The ritual for her if her lover could see,
Her naked beauty she shared only for thee,

Pausing in the dark she waited for the light,
Nodding so slightly the lights all went bright,
Next to him on the seat sat the one,
Who made this possible as if all had gone,

As he bought out the theatre with but a single,
Outside a crowd now starting to mingle,
The best show however was never for them,
They all were kept waiting for her to dress then,

The rest of the orchestra would then in a line,
Enter the theatre all after the time,
The main event always too special for them,
As privacy goes too secret for them...

Arno Le Roux 2014