i hear a cello,
softly playing a soothing note,
long and sustained
in the pre-dawn darkness.
a slow crescendo,
and the note changes from lull to urgency
as a clarinet joins in,
followed by the violin in descant,
solo notes filling the chord,
one by one,
the orchestra joins,
as with the sun it builds to furious rate,
then all at once dropping off,
and the cello sings alone
as the sunlight breaks over the hilltops
and says its good morning to me.