Crescendo

Crescendo

A Poem by Sophie
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A poem about music, I play the piano and I used to play the saxophone.

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Sweet notes fill the air
Swirl and dance
Without a care
Unable to realize
That they have
Such short-lived lives
 
The sweet sound fades and starts again
The iv’ry keys pressing in, then
 The bow slides across the strings
Soft and singing
Another violin
Joins in
And more and more
Harmony and melody blend and soar
 
Cymbals clash, crash, smash
A reverberating sound
Then quiet.
 
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The bass drum
Brass, horns and trombones
Crescendo
 
The instruments pick up
And the notes dance across the lines
Jump and spin and curve and fly
The maestro conducts and weaves
The magic of the music as it cries
 
Forte!
The melody hits its peak
Violin hum
Boom goes the drum
The notes of the piano speak
Bass buzzes, and trombone
Moans, groans, and drones
Trumpet rasps
And just like that
Peace.
The peace of the piano
Decrescendo
 
Violins sing
With their bows
Flying across the strings
Each key on the piano has been pressed
And in a last crack
The sound roars,
Its head high
Fighting for life,
Fighting to be free
It soars
Then suddenly
Caged. Stopped. Gone.
And the lingering dancers
Whisper on
Until the last vibration is done
Silence.

© 2011 Sophie


Author's Note

Sophie
This is my favorite poem that I've evr written, reviews please!

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I liked this poem too. It kinda reminds me of a movie I watched about Ludwig Van Beethoven. It was called Immortal Beloved. I was a great movie I was about Him lol and he had written a letter to his Beloved and it was believed by everyone that he loved only himself and his music which wasn't true. He had many loves women and music were included. After his his death one of this friends had found this letter and was determined to find this women and give her this letter. Anyway, It goes on and shows how he came up with the music he wrote and how throughout his life different women had influenced his music. Well, this poem reminded me of that movie. The booms and the last line Until the last vibration is done Silence. Just genius! Sorry for kinda taking a turn to a movie but It really did remind me of that movie. Great Poem :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i literally felt like I attended a concert as I read this piece. I play violin, you did it's beauty justice

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like the beautiful desperation of music in this piece, rising and falling exactly as advertised in the title. I find myself hungering for more metaphor though. Well, that being said, that's really the only criticism of this because you obviously have a severe talent for arranging words in a way that lends them a lot of power. I'd like to see you direct those words to hit home in a person's soul.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I really enjoyed this. You definetly have talent :DDD

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

its amazing ...
i loved it ..

Posted 12 Years Ago


your favorite poem now is mine favorite too....'
Um awed at your skill.... good!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I thought that was a beautiful poem. I play trumpet, and I could imagine the music you decribed in my head. Fantastic job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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