The cello weeps a melody,
the woodwinds deeply sympathise
The violin a threnody
adds to the sobbing harmony.
A woman’s voice rich contralto
takes up the theme. A tale of woe
a male sings basso profundo.
The music peaks in crescendo
then descends, diminuendo.
The audience is moved to tears.
Stunned silence reigns because they know
such magic quickly disappears.
The curtain falls and they are left
Sad, grief stricken and bereft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There wouldn't be a set of bagpipes in there somewhere playing the lament would there? That is one sound that always saddens me. Loved this one, wonderful use of words and it was music to my ears! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX