"The Song Of The Baritone"
His hazel eyes deepen with the opening strains of his song as the lights focus all their strength upon him; trying desperately, but failing miserably to match the light emanating FROM him as he begins his tale.
As he sings, a smile plays about his lips, teasing at first, then revealing the pure, undiluted joy at the glory only HE can realize as he sings.
His porcelain hands lovingly caress the mic as if meeting an old lover for the first time in many years.
But those same hands; the left hand, houses the golden ring that declares his loyalty, love and passion for the one about which he sings. This is a real man; unafraid of caring, loving and feeling.
Finally and without warning, the mellow baritone rises above the audience, swelling to mammoth proportions, as a storm cloud swells with a healing rain after a long suffered drought.
But this storm does not fall hard. No. This storm lays gently on the ears and hearts of all who hear it; landing, not as raindrops, but as a soft warm blanket, promising to comfort, soothe and calm.
Can you feel it? I can.