4The Glass Symphony
Pencil skates across the page
to the tune of a symphony
too fragile to confine between
the stark black staff lines.
Curls and spirals bend
and sway to the music
that no one else can hear.
Violins soar in ecstasy,
basses rumble a foundation.
Cellos swell with their round, ripe notes
and violas play a gentle harmony
nearly hidden behind flutes and trumpets.
Slowly, slowly
the clamor fades away
Bows stroke their last quiet notes
Breath whistles along the reed
A minor key brings dissonance
and everything
decrescendos,
ritardandos...
finito.