The Song

Carefully, slowly it’s put together by gentle hands;
hands that are skilled at what they do.
A twist, a turn, and the tuning note, sounded though the room.
Killing the silence that was once there,
the jazzy, yet refined sound filled the air.
But as quick as it filled the room
the harmonic tune warped into silence.
The silence was then replaced with a song.
A light cheerful tune filled the room,
the notes staccato instead of long.
Played with quick and sly fingers, as the speed is picked up,
the sound becomes hurried and rushed.
a crescendo
a decrescendo
and accented notes
the song is close
oh very close to that
big fermata,
followed by a seconds rest
a new sound comes out for the test.
This sound is slow and flowing,
all notes legato and lightly touched.
with its slurs and arpeggios
played at double piano
it’s enough to put a baby to sleep.
Yet not for long,
a severe key change is emplaced
and builds up past forte
the tone is dark
the pace is fast,
however it doesn’t stay forever.
This comes to an end abrupt and loud,
too soon
too fast
it is over
and silence immediatly over.