flying notes cascade
pool in glistening streams
rivulets and
cataracts from quick-certain fingers
dancing
sparkling
scintillate showering
dusting the motionless orchestra
with floating gold
frozen expectant humming
trills and torrents
shimmering flashing rills
flowing over listening grey stone
blushes
stirs
raising living bows
poised and dives
joyously
headlong over the edge
into the final cadence and
leap
of a curling
breaking
wave of song
.
Oh…love the way the poem captures characteristics of the orchestra.