MULLED MYSTERY REVISITED

Lights, bright lights, spotlights, bright or dim

Casts a glow on every nuance, every whim

Captured vividly, the seen and the hidden

Onlookers rapt in attention, eyes ahead

are lead to understand that the storm is needed

Replete with lightening and thunder

The crash, the bang, the bells and whistles

Mulled Manifestations of well practised muscles

Honed in the art of performance official

Deep or superficial, onstage, off stage 

Connecting threads that stitch and unravel

Parting exclamations in an ocean of wonder

Woven into the seam, seamlessly

A water wheel moves, noiselessly, endlessly

Churning the waters, we swim , we dive

Making every whirlpool a dream for tomorrow

Intricate, delicate, the music surprises, grows fonder

Awestruck, Arrested in Space, in a place to ponder

And the empty hall quiet, vanishing lights and curtains

Closes on the euphoria leaving feelings uncertain

Rest assured that rest is important to renew and replenish

The mind's machinations exhausted, stories depleted

Yet what is deleted remains hidden amongst whispers

That speak softly once in a while as you  wonder