The Conductors and the Soloists

And those millions sat up upon the Earth speaking in those tuning voices,
each voice an instrument,
to play a language that is universal,
to write and read those human songs,
to think to sing a better fable.

And those few experts sat up upon the Earth speaking in those expert voices,
each beautiful instrument,
to master a language that is universal,
to produce and flow those human perplexities,
to ponder to melody a greater novel.

And those few experts,
take seemingly all the solos,
the melodies,
in front of all the millions playing the symphonies,
conducting the symphonies.

And those millions can only really look up and follow,
Although, through the masses of stands, music sheets, and the tall guy in front of you,
you may not even see the soloist,
not even hear the melody,
ever see the conductor,
and may peer down at your instrument and lay it on the floor
as you close your mouth to stare off, thinking of trivial things.