Sometimes I play it sitting here
in my lonely room,
as if it were a movie score
with serious haunting gloom.
As the drama's central character
I make up the mood that fits,
with the cello's somber groaning
or the violin that darts and zips.
The music's tempo dictates the mood
kettle drums driving excitement,
blaring brass with uplifting sass
stirring and serving delightment!
Plucking strings of violins
reminds me of dropping rain,
but soaring with falsetto voice
they can relieve us of all pain.
The gang in crescendo all at once
like thundering avalanche,
or a single oboe far above
offering an olive branch.
The flutes add depth and richness
their flavor and color abound,
there just below the surface
unsung elements of the sound.
Essential ingredient of humanity;
hearing an orchestra in a hall,
feeling as much as hearing it
rapt completely in its thrall.
by Robert Quinn
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