Rhapsody - Poem by Jim Harmon
The audience is in place as the house lights dim.
The orchestras din of jumbled noise, discordant confusion
suddenly finds the perfect pitch of Concert C
and there seems a breathless moment....
Suspended, waiting, waiting, waiting...
for the down beat of the Conductors baton.
Crimson shrieks into an audible blush hush
as the magnificent Oracle of the Day sings his departing tribute
and sinks reluctantly behind the set.
His shadow lengthens like an echo fading ever dim
refusing to leave the minds ear.
The lingering of a beloved melody gone but not forgotten.
As the Chorus of the Night appears through the gossamer mist of twilight,
All eyes are fixed on center stage.
That spot just above the last glow of the foot lights
where She has appeared night after night since before recorded time
to sing the Aria of the Evening Star.
Ever so softly, Goddess of Love, Maiden of the Velvet Night.
Pianissimo pastels gather around Her.
Light years of brilliance stream from Her radiant lips
in ever increasing intensity until Her song fills the souls
of all with eyes to hear.
In andante, the chorus appears from the darkened wings
to add their voices to the opera of the night.
The starry staccato punctuates the unfolding drama
until the arena is filled with a million voices
sing in perfect harmony the Music of the Spheres.
In this reverent oratorio the Maestro of the Universe
conducts the most magnificent Music of Creation...
Ever expanding, never ending Love.
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