Ode to My First Love

The divine
is saved for those
that dine
on high society.

For those,
their is saved
only one variety
of connoisseurship.

Symphonies,
were toasted events
with no equivalence,
no subordinates.

They were truly a class
all their own.

Their ability to suspend,
and invigorate a captivated audience,
was paralleled by no other form
of entertainment in existence.

The strings, diving and soaring over the clefs.
The piano dancing effortlessly above its keys.
Triumphant brass molding its way into the harmonious equation,
while chimes wash over the stage and sink into the laps of each spectator.

The tranquil nature of seeing a live symphony,
the essence of such a performance,
has mesmerized my heart and memory.

Women may steal the hearts of many men,
but mine is withheld above.
The symphony will forever remain,
my one and only true love.