Poemetry: The Interlude

A Sonata begins the first movement

Con la vita e vivace. Cornets

Blare to announce new birth of song and sound.

Bows rise and steal the speed; brass offsets

The peal of drums. Long, fast; short, slow it plays

And soon it comes to end. Silence dances

Over the crowd who crowd to mourn music

Ceased. A moment before, notes sang played prances:

The Interlude begins. How long it lasts

No one yet knows. Their minds echo the strain

And chords now stilled, resonating the blasts

Of timpani; waiting, wait echoed refrain.

Seven trumpets sound, and the Interlude

Ends in an endless Seraphic étude.

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