Forté

That tune plays, The simpleness, so quick and light. It builds up, chords, phrasing, rhythm, Getting stronger. The violin starts, it's sweet, smooth sound, Echoing, filling the hall. Filling my heart, Making me whole, Covering up that gap. The whole audience, murmuring amongst Themselves. And I sit in anticipation, Knowing, this is where I am meant to be, As they play louder, no more solitary instruments, They are one, playing together, they are alive. And still, they get improve, inspiring me. The guitar adding it's effects, contributing it's part, Contributing to my heart. They play on and on, and my eyes grow wide, In amazement I stare and in wonder I listen, Wishing there was no end, knowing there cannot, Or shouldn't be, any sort of end. My eyes are closed, my ears pick up every detail, Despite it is once piece, everything makes it up. The viewers of this spectacular wonder slop clap, Knowing it is ending, finishing. At that, I want it to stop as well as not wanting it, Because as the masterpiece ends, my heart, My soul, ends and I will see clearly how strong and loud anf full I can be.