It is a symphony of distortion That unfolds before my weary eyes A complicated but intricate body of work I fight daily not to reprise
The opening sonata is slow, yet eerily intriguing Simply starting with a beating heart Never knowing the tempo each day will bring Due to inconsistent sight reading from the various nourishing parts
Switching to adagio brings a fluidity of movement Though the pace is still quite slow An integration of crux and marrow can be painfully tedious Thus suspending vital balances and flow
A minuet seeks to pull these things together The lively dance of mind, body, and soul While entertaining and fun, it can bring about an urge for perfection Inciting an overwhelming loss of control
Finally, a sonata-rondo gradually calms the madness within this body of work Accenting an inotation that is both a bright and hopeful sound Yet, it still holds tempo, not willing to relinquish The rigid temperament previously found
The music found in daily struggles, and the dance we do to manage them...