The bows of violins strike strings to ring out sweeping beauty.

Drums like guns fire shimmering sparks to shoot darkness to dawn,

And the woodwinds shine light in the clouds to set a glowing shadow

Which illuminates in joyous hearts a vital sense of awe.

Instinctually the piano keys erupt elusive visions

Of worlds known true by dreaming souls, but never reached by Gods

Who fired and forged the golden brass to fight off imperfection,

And sway batons in gentle turns to keep their children strong.