Shakespearian Sonnet Of Music Poem by Patricia Wulf

First there is a faint humming in the air.
As, serenely, the notes fly high then low,
a “tripelet” here and a half note there,
with pleasant ease lyrics begin to flow.

As ev'ry measure builds upon the last,
elegant harmonies begin to form.
Like the sweeping silk the spider has cast,
bass and treble intertwine in freeform.

Each movement contrasts with and compliments
the previ'us as if to laugh in disdain!
Majestic, then humorous, then it laments;
adagio to presto and back again.

All songs have their own personalities,
but of music there're many principalities.