Writing Prompt 6: She Sings

Her lips open tentatively at first then snap wide as her vocal cords vibrate and her melodious voice rings out among the crowd. I sit aghast in my plush velvet chair, binoculars raised high as i watch the gorgeous creature clutch her pale hands and quaver with emotion. Liam turns his face to me and in a hushed whisper proclaims,

"Very good! Isn't she marvelous?"
"Yes, indeed she is."

The notes swirl in the large cathedral, wrapping around each seated body and slowly making their way up to my balcony. Like a warm cocoon the notes envelope me lifting me up with gentle soft fingers. Joy flooding my body and filling my head with total euphoria. Then it's over. Her small pink lips slowly close around the last lingering note and the cocoon floats away. Once again i am just sitting in a boring Opera House on a Friday night with my best friend. My heart sinks.

The joy i felt had been nearly tangible, now only faint traces remain drifting about the room in the titters of the gathered. I want to reach out and clutch them close to my heart.

But soon they are unreachable.