The First Chord Is Struck.
The Symphony Begins Melodiously Singing Its Rhythm.
You Are On The Platform, The Baton In Hand.
As You Swing Your Arms And Nod Your Head In Time With The Music.
I Am Captivated At How Well You Read The Meters –
How Smoothly You Interpret The Beats –
How Deeply You Feel The Passion Behind Each Measure.
The Notes Seem To Rise From The Stands
Aligning Themselves In Perfect Order
And Keeping In Time With Each Page That
The Master Musician Has Crafted.
For, He Has Given You The Freedom
To Swell The Music To Its Most Excellent Potential
The Crescendos To Their Loudest Peak –
Pianissimos Their Most Delicate Ebb.
With One Refrain That Issues Its Repeat –
Sometimes Staccato, Others A Blooming Largo –
Yet The Notes Remain The Same.
The Directing Is Yours To Interpret At Will,
As Long As You Follow The Score.
And In One Last Da Cappo, The Composer Listens Intently
As The Last Bar Is Finished, Dischord Is Resolved,
He Looks At Me And Whispers, ‘Obedience Is This Symphonic