The Symphony

Sunset rehearses backstage
as porch swing prattle rosins the tender
of audience refrain

Grass stepping stones half note the family quilt
and fade into white wine’s tone

As symphony paints the foreground

leaves handle the stars and resonate

to the ground

Stylus adheres
to the tune
of conductor
as violins antique
the theater wooden with composer intent

Emotions chord keyboards
to the throb
of baton

and composes you and I into Ventura