OperaA Poem by Bobbo600
If
the wave of opera come when none can hear, does it matter if it is near? Oft
times we want to hear the good that opera does so dear, whilst on occasion it’s
what we should fear. When art with words is said, how powerful the ear is led,
to a land that’s far away from thoughts that we had that self-same day. But add
to this a score of sound and a new power will be found. One to shape the very
soul, and change, unite, a common goal. We now stand, point and criticize,
and those in power compromise. But perhaps not law will save the day but music
spoken in an operatic way.
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