Alone Inside

Low in the valley a voice grumbles In a melancholic tone, baritone Like a wounded beast moaning in the night So lonely, makes one wonder about things Higher still, the same melody repeats Echoes through the trees and ruffles the leaves Alto horn I should think, calmer like mist I am loping with the beast in my mind Then strings enter the scene, quietly first Creeping up on us, like adrenal lush Deep snorts breaking the air, our hooves trundle Higher we wonder, and the piccolo The crescendo is near, as the dawn breaks Things of wonder echo alone inside