A Night at the Symphony
A little freewriting that I did during Dolce's orchestra concert.
Sweet sylvan voice of wood and strings calls out to me
Sings soft and low and lonely
Warmly
Echoes of an Earth unformed
Calls to the child
A lifetime of forests and fields
In reality and in electric dreams
And something else beyond her well-picked words
A single voice calls from the corner of her ear
Unscented fragrance of beauty taken deep in the chest
Tears and blood and sweat breathed in slow and full
Gently sighs sustaining strings
A pause, a beat, and finally breathe
Transition into love for Grieg
How he dances, how it rings
He chases himself into chaose
The demonized tumbling into deranged darknkess
Maddening genius pursued with relish and delight
From the core
From my legs
From my arms
Even in my fingertips
It pulls at me
And my body aches for the music
The laughter and playful chase
Music running backwards with child in pursuit
Playful picnic with the father
In the clear high alps
Tells of the frustrated chase
Of the father and the willful, older son
A serious infraction
Unknowing fleeing
The quest and pursuit of unsated love
As the mountains ring
Dual laments, passive sorrow
For what's forever lost
Plaintive, hopeless musings
As they wander and the mountains ring
Sad, accepting sighings
Now that it's over
Sudden, inexplicable frenzied flyings of feet
As their heads top the mountain
And their eyes meet over the crest
Of the once-forlorn hill
And the mountains ring once again with laughter