Maestro

“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- ~~ The Poet ~~ Conductor of an art form, stands the maestro of the storm. Instruments take their place, then the symphony begins. Firstly, a tuneful rhapsody of woodwind with violins. The sheer spellbinding rhythm builds increasingly strong. A tinkling as the rain begins, he uses spiccato to bring the tempo along. The piccolo sends notes scurrying for cover by the continued rain, And introduces the flutes into the mix once again. The cadence evolves, with heralding intensity to engage. Notes follow the beat, to a crescendo of immense rage. Now, as the kettle drums implode within their skins, The conductor is in full control, as his baton spins Music’s fury is reinforced by trombones, entering for the first time. Cymbals clash, cellos and double basses offer a fortissimo effect, sublime. The percussion again, joins, as the woodwind slows, Notes soften, and the flute’s melody gently flows. A solo of horns, a transition with the full orchestra, it springs. In suspense of his melody, the piano takes us to strings. Tempo lighter, airier which is juxtaposed with the timpani drums. The soft gentle tones, once hurtled by deafening wind, silence comes. Audience captivated, orchestra foregone. The maestro lowers his baton.