Awakening

The orchestra moves dreamlike Under the oars of the music The singer sways with the ebb and flow Horns and trumpets hover like anemones Searching in the sea flux for cues Their round faces intent or bored Awaiting their insertion into the blue matrix Each solitary part graceless by itself But mixed in among the eddies, they enchant- Indefinite, whimsical shapes float overhead, Dark lit by subtle moon glow A mermaid struggles in a fisherman's net, Sea monsters lurk in the depths below A vain attempt to shake off probing tentacles: Things the music awakens and stirs to life once more.