The sound of a orchestra personified. My first attempt at something new. |
THE LIFE OF A NOTE A lone note hanging, suspended in air Supported in the warmth of a violin’s care The note carried through caressed by the strings Encouraged by the enjoyment it brings The note needs to grow it needs to belong The oboe sends a companion along Side by side the wood and the strings An octave apart the harmony sings Together they grow and higher they climb Upward and outward in rhythm and time The note needs a pulse and looks to the rear The beat of a tympanum soothing and dear Held up by the beat and melodically sound The note spreads its wings and circles around Larger and bolder the note has a heart Stronger and louder the note torn apart Half falls on the strings, the rest to the wind The oboe takes refuge and his part rescinds The one violin must now become four Lest the weight of the note doth fall to the floor This note made from string, percussion and wind Transforms to a boisterous thunderous thing The note gathers strength and courage and size The note is a beast and there’s fire in the eyes The timps are now crashing like waves on the shore The note is a giant but still it grows more Upward and upward the note carries on Urged on by this-the conductors baton The French Horns are calling the note to come down The brave note reluctantly bows to the sound Spiralling down from the heavens descends Down to the depths from whence it began The note undeterred by the premature call Seizes a cello and bellows to all The note a savage belligerent beast Starving for instruments on which to feast A beat from a tympanum solid and strong Arrests the great note, his reign far too long Weakened and beaten the note starts to die Nothing left now but the gleam in its eye The wind falls away, four strings become one The majesty gone with the slow setting sun A lone violin brings the note back to nest The conductor now lays the note down to rest |