I trace the curves of melody
In a fit of hopefulness
Introspection and reverence

Knelt before the promising soar
Of coordinated sound
Confined to highs and lows

Majestic song
Recovers my scattered pondering
So I may muse and weave once again

Beneath the might
The swell of overture
And the deathly collapse
Of epilogue and silence

When unseen glory fades
My uniformed ramblings
Concede to disarray