Advent Sonata

Slowly a single note breaks the deafening quiet, 

from the heavens above shines a single light. 

Faintly the notes become more clear, 

a beautiful crescendo held so perfectly still. 

The low rumble of percussion steadily thunders in, 

tempting and dangerous like the thought of sin. 

With a crash of the symbols and swipe of the chime, 

more chords fill the air with their perfect attention to time. 

Behind them deep breaths are faintly heard, 

woodwinds and brass pick up on the thirds. 

Back and forth does a battle ensue, 

the strings take off first not one missing a cue. 

The winds pick up haste accelerando to start, 

tempo changes are not so far apart.

 Now brass bellow in drammatico dolce, 

a small bridge of harmony down do they lay. 

All of the sections decrescendo as one, 

slowing the tempo for the keys have begun. 

Irato they speak ferocious and wild, 

rolling and running perfectly styled. 

Collectively now each play their part, 

flawlessly executed perfection from start. 

The Orchestra breaths in as one ’till the end, 

a brilliant masterpiece every accent, pause and bend.

Fainter now does each note get, 

slowly that single light fades from the set. 

Silence again fills the darkened room, 

followed closely by a thundering boom! 

Applause and shuffling quickly take beat, 

as the audience collectively raise to their feet. 

These are the thoughts that race through my mind, 

when words escape your lips knowing you’re mine.

Reviews

[Celeste21]

Wow! This took me on a musical roller-coaster. You seem like the type that would make beautiful music. Reading this reminds me of the songs posted on your page and also let me see how deep a role music plays in your life. I like your usage of the musical terms. It adds more levels to your piece.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Lovely poem, great twist at the end...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I could hear the orchestra playing, Excellent imagery!