picking up the baton,
bowing briefly to
the mass of people,
and my orchestra,
a smile stretched
across my face as
this moment I did embrace
as I raised my arms.
                                               to this dream come true.
instruments of wind,
elements of brass,
soft strings, percussion too,
faces looked at me with intent,
instruments and players
ready to do what they
love to do, play ensemble,
but the beats of my heart
grew excited with each
bar that was played,
the musicians and
spectators swayed as
I conducted.
                                       in this moment there was no other place.
truth be told, I was bold,
no one was watching me
unless from their window see?
a dog walk ended with
the graceful trees,
the gentle breeze; they
were moving to the music
which played in my ears,
my dog patiently sat, then laid down,
for those moments I was directing
the forest, the wind and fulfilling a dream,
being humbled by the natural symphony.