Ezmerelda Steals the Show

What melancholy magic
 Has turned a multitude into mush
 Mandibles drop from shock
 An old lady at high altitude
 Whispering, "Hush"
 She slips off her white shoes
 And grabs her tenor pacifier from its stand
 30 half steps to the microphone
 Smile on her face
 Flower in her hand
 Oh, how a crowd can melt
 When they've been dealt
 Such a deliciously delicate blow
 By a barefooted fairy
 Not with a clang but a whisper
 Totally stealing the show
 Fools desire distraction
 And not take to heart
 Their faces to their gadgets fall south
 Ignoring the beauty of fog on a hill
 And a kitten with a mouse in its mouth
 A motley mob settles down
 And there's hardly a frown
 As the air in the temple turns to mist
 A spotlight, a mark and a cleanse of the throat
 And her microphone gently is kissed
 You can hear a boot lace
 And a speck of dust taste
 As the babe bravely stared down the herd
 But she played not a note
 And only one moment spoke
 These simple and poignant five words
 You people are totally absurd