By Chris W. at perby1@aol.com
Date: 26 June 2000
The 9th Love
Opening with anticipation,
descending fifths entrancing.
A mirror of my yearning for you,
your melody romancing.
The slightest hint of what's to come,
the winds tease their audience.
You accept my stare with a gaze in return,
teasing me with eloquence.
The Second Movement, the chase is on.
Optimism abounds.
Pursuing you, you playfully run.
Rhythmic beats of footsteps sound.
And the Third begins unassumingly,
as you end the chase and turn to me.
As if a ballet, we move slowly near,
the strings soothing, open the weir.
Our hearts let flow the blood of love,
as the Fourth fortells the culmination.
Cellos and bass express finally,
The true melody after much rumination.
The chorus now, with exultation.
An Ode to Joy in sound and love.
Hand in hand we shiver in the moment,
The climax alights from above.
Here and now, with passionate lust,
voices cry the song.
The exultant statement of a finale,
transcends the naivety of petty wrongs.
Strings and voices comingle power
and we push from our inadequate lungs:
"O friends, not these sounds!
Rather let us turn to sounds more
pleasant
and more joyful.
"Joy, brilliant spark of the gods,
daughter of Elysium,
heavenly being, we enter your sanctuary
intoxicated with fire.
Your spells reunite
that which was strictly divided by
convention;
all men become brothers
where your gentle wing rests.
"He who has had the good fortune
to find a true friend,
he who has won a loving wife,
"let him join in our rejoicing..."
--Quoted lines from Friedrich Schiller's "Ode to Joy."
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