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.