The Symphony

[Tone]

I'm unfamiliar with such a grand space

And, to be candid, I hadn't even recognized it

Until you entered the scene, taking the stage

I was expecting maybe just a quaint little skit

And then the timbre of your voice carried to me

Your sound is sweeter than a sinfonietta of violins

Played, exquisitely, from St. David's Hall to the Carnegie

And then the percussion hits me like the Shaolins

The sound of it causes me to forget how to breathe

Resonating with truth so deep that dissonance flees

This is your show and though I'm not even an extra

I'm blessed to be in the house--to at least have a seat

Yet, I don't even know your name and there is no need

Because you are more than a melody to me

A graceful ensemble of all good things to perceive

My heart revels in all of your fine harmonies

Your voice alone beats a choral for the heavenlies

And I desire to hear it till the fat lady sings

There are indeed many other such venues

Auditoriums filled with many a beautiful face

But, even there, it's like every movement is just for you

And I find myself humming along to the tune

And this is done rather unconsciously so

It is very unlikely that you can hear me too

I remain haunted by your euphonious speech

Echoing as a phantom of some invisible opera

Tugging at my broken heart's strings and all I can do

Is watch longingly from the balcony, wondering

Who are you? Because your mask obscures my view

And how I wish I could've made the box seats

But even that close to you would be so far away

I am thankful just to see you from "the gods" view

As you weave through your scenes on center stage

You just never relent-- there from beginning to end

Or maybe it's just these Galileans I use for seeing

You're the whole range and I'm just trying to pursue

I must be tone-deaf as I can't perceive any skews

Or maybe you are as perfect as The One you play to