Silence – then applause – the bow is made.
Two raised hands, and tense expectancy.
Stillness, now, as all men’s breaths are stayed.
Then sudden motion, swift awakening.
Swells and torrents rising in the air.
Oh! What splendor reigns in majesty!
Light and life are dancing everywhere,
Momentary, through eternity.
As the journey hurries on so swift,
Every person lifted off the ground,
Growing, rising, flying, then it drifts;
As it ends a silence follows sound.
Thirty minutes-or a lifetime-caught
In the glory of the music’s thought.