Vocal cutlery of a billion chords; a culinary adventure embarked Upon the opera's table served, Teatro San Carlo's entrails Lucy's incarcerated pride, with peaceful flaps of dominating wings, levitates, whipping vulnerable minds with glorious submission Hundreds of eager souls, churned by the sopranos tender blade like a knife's exodus through a sleeping butter bar, slaves under the leash of auditory focus Heavens pause, skies stare ,life halts Souls gleefully glare, piano chimes, banging tranquil tides against banks of troubled minds Mozart's legacy, resurrected by contemporary vocals, respirating via bronchi corridors in classical era made Polyglot to a billion tongues thrilling taste buds littered upon streets of waiting ears What more God?