A real dreamer

A real dreamer….

I dreamt a symphony last night,
with Flutes and Lutes and Oboe deep.
Never has music sounded so right,
as this beautiful performance in sleep.

The conductor was a solo Cello afloat,
keeping rhythm with it’s own timeless ease.
The Drums soon pronouncing every note,
and the Violins brought the devil to his knees.

They swept and played in a real rhapsody,
Trumpets heralding a choruses beginning.
Sublimely they sooth wood and strings melody,
and the tinkling ivories, were almost sinning.

The plucking of strings pervade the room,
as like magic the dancing Flutes paraded.
Crescendo and salvoes the drums did boom,
while almost silently the harps, had invaded.

Taking it’s place, was a single soft Harpsichord,
Clarinets and Horns ranged so clear and true,
My mind now consumed each note that it heard,
a dream came alive, as musical perfections, ensue.

The Horns withdrew, as violin came back through,
Flutes sounded so clear, just caressing my ear.
Harmonicas alive, the Saxophones they’d surprise,
it was all such a treat, that I clap and tap feet.

Soon the Piccolo and Cornet would set a pace,
daring the classy Clarinets, to charge out in front.
Hard working Horns blow hard, to keep in the race,
but revel as the rhythmic notes they would hunt.

I felt bad when awake, and my head I did shake,
then so sadly reaching an arm, to switch off my alarm.
Some romance sure did leave, but I still had to believe,
that it could do no harm, to rise with this musical, charm….