Our symphony celebrates
an extension of exhaustion
with a clashing of cymbals.
This musical petting zoo,
in this not so sedate library,
wrangles the Summer free.
The keys are now instrumental,
achieving the highest vibration,
forming a wind upon your lips.
Each child delights, in transport,
a buzzing between each string,
the sweetness now sounding.
Snares capturing boundless joy
as it rains, forming a hurricane,
all bells ringing truest to form.
Remember this wonder
when alone and quiet,
beckoning it back again.

