Chapel of Sound

People sit in silence as night descends, a summer mountain evening.
They wait in reverie for the ceremony.
The wood chapel of sound pours notes out into open space.
Pilgrims brace for performance.
Open air fills with the sound of a single instrument.
People on wood and grass, listening to the sweet chords of solo piano in shadow.
Eyes fix on the keys.
The certainty of every move.
The grace of fingertips.
The rite of style.
The blessing of music. 
Pilgrims pay their homage to the shrine with handclaps.
In solemn processional, they make their paths away,
the chapel of sound still singing far into the dark.
Minds still strumming with every strike,
of certain, balanced keys.