Young Writers Society

Accelerando slows to Dolce,
Harmonies blend in dancing rivers
Notes swirl perfectly in rhythm,
Then, in back, a drum beat pounds.
Allegro, crescendo, forte, scherzo,
Eighth notes flicker ‘round each other,
Viola takes a sudden solo,
Rich and full of leaping wonder,
Joined by cello, deep, resounding,
Fills the room with angels singing.
Flute begins with welcome vigor,
Syncopated, mezzo forte,
Brass and woodwind join perfection,
Legato, lento and maestoso.
Fading sound leaves room in silence,
Marred by heavy breathing, finished,
Players rest their weary fingers,
Listening to echoes fade.