Illusive, evasive, 'twas the song of love
Doubts and suspicion the drone of the drum
Despair formed the melody in minor
A broken tune on a cold day in the sun

In a grandiose demeanor he entered the stage
Took a bow and picked up the stick
Hushed were the brass and the wood and drums
Silence rang and filled the crowd

A flick, a swish, the magic begins
Sparks flew in resplendence
The ambiance glowed in richness
Melodies, harmonies fell in sync
Sharps and flats in perfect symmetry

Hopeful, sanguine, 'tis the song of love
Surety and faith the rhythm of the drum
Beatitude sings the melody in major
A symphony the supernova in the dark