A morning walk
The beauty of spring
Trees bursting with blooms
Grass dripping with dew that shimmers in sunlight
It is time for Mozart!
I hold it here, in the palm of my hand
The music of the maestro
And all I have to do is press a button
The glorious Oboe Concerto in G Major, Rondo (Allegretto) engulfs me
Suddenly the colors of nature seem more vibrant
The fragrance of the air sweeter
The sun brighter
My stride synchronizes with the tempo of the music
And with a bounce in my step, I cannot help but smile
The oboe is racing up and down, twirling
Playing joyfully with every note
Looking up into a tree, I see a bird
And I can imagine the sound of the oboe
Coming from its tiny throat
A soloist performing just for me
I stop to gaze, raise my arms
And follow the flow of the music
Conducting this extraordinary symphony
Arms gesturing, body swaying, head bobbing
I lead them through the score, to its conclusion
The final notes sounded
The audience rises as one and shouts Bravo!
In a sweeping arm movement
I acknowledge my soloist
Turn and take a bow
Until tomorrow, dear maestro
When we will once again
Play our concerto