Wednesday, May 23, 2007

The Curtain Closes

An opera season has ended.

I remember fondly the gala opening
where all were decked in swanky formal evening wear
sipping champagne and raising their flutes to a successful season.
Bright, fragrant summer flowers decorated tables
and food was plentiful.
Everyone reveled in the excitement and joy
of the music yet to be heard.
Toasts abounded.
All sang in harmonic chorus.
The season began and all watched
as act after act of passion, desire, affection, joy,
misery, suffering and wrath
were displayed behind the proscenium for all to view.
Voices rose above the sweeping mello cellos and soulful clarinets.
The intensity of tempos urged more from each singer,
rising to a crescendoing climax
that verged on the edge of each performer’s ability,
testing their range, their sostenuto, and their stamina.
Finally, scene after scene,
Act after act,
Performance after performance,
The drama has played out,
And the orchestra dies with a sad cadence in d minor.
The curtain closes
The opera is finished.

Comments on "The Curtain Closes"


Blogger Ariadne said ... (May 25, 2007 11:55 PM) : 

This posts sounds so sad. My heart goes out to you, EB. Coraggio!


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