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At the Symphony.

You hear the sound of couples

dressed high and fancy,

mingle as their souls tap the floor outside,

to the sound of strings, brass, and percussion

tempering themselves for the heat of music.

The passionate movements of bows,

batons, and fingers, to form the wonderful

elegance, behind the masterful music composed

by fellows now long gone.

 

Ah, to the sounds of majors and minors

my heart feels at ease, to the subtle creaking of chairs,

to the rhythmic chimes and strums of instruments within

the skilled orchestral ensemble. All this,

topped by the eccentric and emphatic movements

of the swift conductors hands, and arms,

watch the spring, when the crescendo arrives

his spring is let loose, and jolts,

currents, swift, sleek, fluent motions, baton in one

passionate turning of pages as music flies on by,

at 4/4 pace.

 

Oh, the fine thunder of the percussion,

and deepest strums of bass at the right,

combined in a movements finale, to make an

awe-inspiring harmony, that one does not

really expect, with two previous movements

just elegant and peaceful,

such a quickened pace and depth of drum

and strum takes us all by surprise.

 

Then, Silence,

joyful applause,

continuous applause,

then its all over,

and we head home.

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Written by
anderson-ritchie
Australian
Published
Mar 29, 2012
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