The noise that springs from the excitable crowd

gathered for the evening performance

is shattered as the glass baton

comes crashing down

upon the lectern and the stern faced conductor,

well past his prime but ready to give

one last Winter serenade,

asks the free form Jazz Band to take their mark

and the collision of cultures

begins in earnest.

 

The whisper of aged musicians,

is stopped in its tracks as the rising force

of a solitary sax maniac

rises above the temper of glowing terms