The Concert (a poem)

Sharing a poem I wrote a few years ago. Imagery of a concert/recital. What do you find striking during a live performance? What do you look at? Hear? Feel?

The Concert

Pale skin over bones and air, blood pumping organs,
hair and fingernails, a smear of lipstick, eyeglasses,
   some fabric:
someone plays flute in a recital.
Sounds appear, new music.

Virtually a virtuosic bird and teakettle serenade this
   room together.
They like to play.
They catch a breath.

Copyright © 2019, Christian T. Kaltwasser.