I’m travelling to the City by train.
Going to see a BK Opera performance again.
My niece, a leading singer in the show.
And these carriages are gently swaying to-and-fro.
I’m arriving an hour early.
Doing so, quite deliberately.
As the venue’s a classic olden Hotel.
A bar to relax in, and have a spell.
Drink a boutique ale or two.
And some friendly chatter too.
A young lady, Julia, I meet.
She’s polite and sweet.
We shake hands and talk warmly.
Happily saying to me, she loves poetry.
And I offer her an Opera ticket free.
But alas, she’s about to take her leave.
Upstairs I go, soon the show’s to begin.
I’m eager to hear the young Soprano’s sing.
The Opera’s an unusual Production.
A lover’s tragic telephone conversation.
The four separate settings are of a Lady’s Boudoir.
Our singers attire, glossy gowns and silky nightwear.
There’s soft lighting, satin cushions and screens.
And the Opera is divided into four scenes.
In four Hotel rooms, with a Soprano Artiste’.
Our audience standing during each piece.
I’m transfixed, as the soloist sings.
And we applaud from the small room’s wings.
A most intriguing and wondrous show I’ve seen.
An Opera called, La Voix Humaine.
Many thanks to Colleen of “chatter master”, for her helpful advice and encouragement. I found this piece difficult to explain and write the words. And attached here, the link to the details of BK Opera’s production of La Voix Humaine. https://www.bkopera.com.au/la-voix-humaine-2017