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.