Winds
Tranquillo
A warm breeze departs from yearning lips in the overture
Carrying reflections of the mind never spoken as there were no words
Transporting passions across universes and bridging gaps between souls
Penseroso
Telling stories we dare not utter as we are led into the composition
Sparks emit
Strings
Appassionato
The rising tempo leads bodies into rhythmic groove
Pressed against canvases where the art of desire is sketched for all eternity, never to be erased
Evokes movement from within, uncontrollable
Pizzicato
Awakens every dormant sense…even those undiscovered
Fire down below
Brass
Bravura
Lost all shame on the expedition to kismet
Thoughts infused with vibrations of every key, note and melody
At the shallow hint of percussion, close proximity to the final destination becomes evident
Bellicoso
Irrepressible urge to let go of all that burdens
Rain falls
Full circle as the down tempo ushers the composition into repetition
Tranquillo to bellicoso
Winds to strings to brass
And the emission of sparks lead to falling rains in this orchestra of desire
