I wasn’t where I’ve grown accustomed to, but I was thereOn stage these pros all showed up, but do they really careAs usual I polled those around me, some had, others newI smiled and waited, hoping they’d engage and feel it tooBefore the lights went dark I thought of my TSO friends, And I wondered who was here, where all that ails, mendsI thought of moments passed and ones I may have missedI pondered on how these people remember their set listsFrom one note to the next I can be lost, completelyTaken on a journey that caresses the senses sweetlyLight from the arena vanishes and the crowd is heardAnticipation just like show one, even on my 23rdThen there’s the production, the stirring voice of BryanHis stories invoke emotion and tears without tryingSomewhere between shadows and the light sings DustinChange happens, I learned a while back, these I trust inAnd what Trans-Siberian stage would be completeWithout the sounds and antics from the one David ZOh how I have enjoyed the voice and presence of Rob EvanA voice sent to us, a gift rarely heard this side of heavenSir Russell Allen and Autumn on the same song, what a blendThe Three Kings & I, with a little bit of Kashmir at the endLike a flash Roddy Chong is here, there, and everywhereSmiling all the while playing precious notes that fill the airThe lights are amazing and the fire I feel from end to endGeorgia and Natalya, their aura and vocals transcendMusic Box Blues, and the this new take from Lisa LavieDon’t stop singing Lisa, can I hear more please? Oui Oui!The snow comes down, we hope it heals our imperfect scarsTime, moving in a straight line, Robin leaves his mark, sparksThen, this song when all other sound in the room just leavesSomeday I hope she will sing it twice, please Ms. ReevesThe constant, the ever present, but often times hard to seeJeff Plate, the heartbeat of thunder, play a solo just for meOn keyboards, Ms. Kim and the incomparable Mr. WielandPlaying perfection, together, though each on an islandMy ears tell me, look at the frantic pace, but a smile on his faceNothing missed, the sound I know, Joel shreds it with graceFor you newcomers, yes, this orchestra plays and singsThey even use local players each show to help on the stringsPaul didn’t play this show, but when arena doors openHis presence is felt and broken pieces feel whole againBack to the Palace it began for me, I first saw Chris CafferyHe can sing, he can play, and leads the ceremony of masteryThe seats are empty, the stage coming down, and the lights are lowWhy are fans still upstairs, the show ended more than an hour agoSee there’s a bunch of tables all set in a row, the band sitting thereThe fans line up just to meet their heroes and friends, TSO cares
Tell your friends and family. Share this right away. Thank you.