Under the library lights there is a room full of dreams
The mic stands still, awaiting its themes
A hush of whispers, hearts in flight
All gathered for an Open Mic Night
First steps onto the Library floor
A voice begins to rise and soar
The crowd leans in, they listen to a tale
Of love, of loss, of hopes that prevail
The evening develops a gentle beat
A poet stands, words so bittersweet
Laughter and tears from the crowd
Each voice is a soul, speaking out loud
Stories untangle, rhythms unwind
Each performer sharing a piece of their heart and mind
The night is their canvas, raw and real
And every performer dares to feel
And as the last words fade in the night
The Library feels full, alive with light
A bond had been born in the spoken word’s flight
And together all rise on this Open Mic Night.