The Encore

She takes pause before it all begins
An audible gasp of baited breaths
She smiles and gently lifts her chin
Revelling in her guests unrest
And she wonders if they might suspect 
The twists and turns she has in store
She ponders as the band project 
The start of a wistful, rousing score 
Are they ready for love and loss?
Are the ready to weep for joy?
The best of life comes at a cost
But soon they’ll call for her encore