Cameron Pfiester

Crescendo

In the realm of music\'s grace,

The crescendo takes its place.

Starting softly, tenderly,

Growing stronger, bold, and free.

 

The notes begin to intertwine,

As melodies begin to shine.

A gentle rise, a subtle sway,

A symphony on its merry way.

 

With every beat, it starts to soar,

A surging wave that you adore.

Like a river rushing fast,

Through the whispers of the past.

 

The strings dance with fervent fire,

As the brass section roars higher.

The woodwinds flutter and caress,

As the percussion pounds with zest.

 

The crescendo builds, it reaches the peak,

The passion of the music speaks.

In harmony and unity,

A grand climax for all to see.

 

And as the sound expands and grows,

The heart within the music shows.

An explosion of pure delight,

Leaving your soul alight.

 

And just like life, a symphony,

The crescendo is the key.

It teaches us to rise and soar,

When the world whispers \"no more.\"

 

The melodies did soar, like birds in flight,

The harmonies did dance, with grace and light,

The rhythms did pulse, with life and might,

In this epic tale, of music\'s sight.

 

The lovers did find, a refuge in sound,

A shelter from the world, unbound,

Their hearts did beat, as one in tune,

Their love did grow, in crescendo\'s boon.

 

But alas, a darkness did descend,

A horror, that did the hearts amend,

The music did falter, the love did fade,

The peace did vanish, in shades of shade.

 

It starts with notes so soft and low

A gentle lullaby, a heartbeat slow

But as it grows, the rhythm takes flight

A soaring symphony, a shining light

 

The melody entwines with love so true

A bond so strong, a feeling anew

It whispers secrets of the heart

A solace from the darkest part

 

But then, the tone shifts, the mood changes

The peace is broken, the horror ranges

The crescendo builds, and the notes collide

A cacophony of emotional tide

 

The pain and sadness take their toll

The melody weeps, the harmony\'s soul

But still, it rises, the rhythm strong

A beacon of hope, a song so long

 

The chords resonate with pain

As memories of loss and heartache reign

But still, the music doth inspire

And from the depths of sorrow, hope doth rise

 

The crescendo, a force so grand

It doth uplift and heal the land

For in its embrace, we find our strength

And our hearts, they do regain their length

 

The final note, a triumphant cry

That echoes through the heavens high

And in its wake, a sense of peace

That doth bring solace to our release

 

So let the music be your guide,

And let it take you on a ride.

Embrace the crescendo\'s call,

And let your spirit share its all.