The concert hall is brightly lit as well-dressed folks file in,
And from the distant crowded stage I hear a tuneless din.
I very quickly take my seat, then find myself enthralled,
By beauty that surrounds me in this vibrant, glowing hall.
The gilded trim is spark’ling in the much reflected light
That dances from the chandelier, like brilliant candlelight.
The frescos and the bric-a-brac, regaled like King Tut’s tomb –
Dancing cherubs, pixies, elves, midst verdant flowers bloom.
Then amidst the murmuring, the crowd in disarray,
The concertmaster rises, and then deftly bows an A.
So instantly the chaos leaves, the orchestra is one,
We restless watchers settle back, the music has begun.
A watchful hush now fills the room, and swallows all who wait
To see the maestro who, tonight, is obviously late.
At last he’s there, with red-faced grin, he strides across the stage,
Two taps of slender black baton, he eyes the op’ning page.
In unison the reeds begin, all sax and clarinets,
Now joined by flute and oboe in harmonious quartet.
The walls then vibrate to the sound, of drum and timpani,
Full orchestra’s crescendo rings through loge and balcony.
Then measure upon measure flows, I close my eyes in awe
As sounds of violin and horn regale me without flaw.
The clave's crisp resounding clack, the piccolo’s shrill voice,
In Figaro’s sweet marriage song, the notes all call, "REJOICE!"
In sixteenth notes and then in eighths, a blur of hand and bow,
The pulsing sounds begin to grow, a bold fortissimo.
The trumpets soar triumphantly, in thirds they ring on high.
The very walls and ceiling shake as tubas boom reply.
My pounding heart, buoyed by the sounds, seems now to fill my chest.
I sense that somehow here tonight my spirit’s being blessed.
The scale descends, the music pounds, staccato notes resound,
From back to front and side to side, they echo and redound.
Too soon they sound, three final chords that mark the piece’s end
Applause and bravos now ring out, an awe inspiring blend.
More scores will come, the night is young, so please don’t get me wrong,
But none can touch me like this one, like Mozart’s marriage song.
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
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