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An Entertaining Musical Play a night of instruments Of gleaming big brass horns. Paint a picture full of nighttime air Of a golden harvest moon Blotted by the violet sky Filled with the lost sounds of insects Echoing throughout the darkness. Choreograph a dance of shadows Leaping here and there Laughing at themselves Challenging the frigid air. Let the woodwinds play the entr� Act Delighting the audience But foreshadowing the hours before dawn. The solemn herons read their speech Telling of winter's strife. Mesmerizing cries fill the air A solo played by the morning songbirds Conducted by the first embers of light . . . A lone saxophone welcomes the glowing horizon Everything else is silent Hypnotized by the profoundness of the moment. |