That woman with the flute,
She seems out of place.
She hasn't even played all night.
And ten feet away,
A woman with a cello,
Standing stoic in shadow.
They both look proud
As if they played their best.
But from what I can tell, they were silent.
I wonder who else plays in the shadows -
Their music unheard by the crowd.
Try as they might,
The sound that they attempt
Will be lost and never be missed.
These shadow players,
These musical ghosts.
These are the ones who guide us.
They play the song of silence
To fill the gaps,
Or to subconsciously submit a reminder
That not all music must make a sound.
Music is who we are.
So play with your flute
Or your cello -
Play as loud as you wish.
Whether you're heard
Is all up to you.
So make your choice
And begin.