Love's Symphonic Passion

Love's Symphonic Passion by Odin Roark Shimmering whispers urge forth, A beginning seeks release from darkness, The voicing of struggle proclaims arrival, Like miniature cymbals of resolute announcement, The humble cries of emergence Clash ever so quiet with air and space, Once portending grace, Now its melodic genesis. The matrixes of parent/conductor Anxiously hum nursery rhymes Through white enameled side-rails, Vertical portals to unfettered ears, Absorbing even when sleeping, Evolving passion's invitation. The precious first movements Grow from those one-finger dissonant phrases, Sometimes pounded upon the black and white landscape Where an merging piccolo's infant smile Finds support by paternal contra bass and maternal cello echoes. Remembrances of tinkling melodies Soon enjoin its pure and simple With conflicted movements of trial and error, Evolving the inevitable adagio of growing up. Hence forth The scherzo's innocence of adolescence Crescendos into threatening measures, Where layered tones of choices present challenge, chaos, counterpoint to independence, or sympatric harmony. The family of voicing Develop love's thematic material, Rhythms, Keys, And more complex harmonies, Creating the free fantasia, A coalescing of passion's varied workouts. Its strings worn thin, Arriving at life's largo movement of peace, That place of reflective consonance, The weight of its chambered containment Rests forth its closing bars, Housing now but the waning echo of a baby's chorus. Its shimmering whispers Float upon one last wave of the baton, Stirring life's ethereal essence Into heroic chorus A higher bonding… Awaits.