Time
I.
Time races like a river swift,
Yet I’m anchored, standing adrift,
The piano’s chords in a furious race,
As violins and cello beckon with grace.
II.
The crescendo mounts, urgent and bold,
A reflection of time’s story untold,
I remain rooted, a passive beholder,
As the music swells, growing bolder.
III.
Each note a whisper of moments flown,
The strings entwine, a melody sown,
But still I linger in the shadowy hue,
As the music crescendos, bidding me anew.
IV.
The piano resounds with assertive plea,
Yet I stand still, yearning to be free,
Aching to align with time’s unrestrained chase,
The music conveys the urgency I can’t embrace.
V.
In the swell of sound, I’m lost in the throng,
Immersed in the rush of days so long,
The piano, violins, and cello entwine,
As time’s relentless march sets the sign.
VI.
The crescendo surges, an unyielding sprawl,
Time’s unceasing flight, overtaking all,
I yearn to keep pace, to find my way,
But the music reminds of moments astray.
VII.
The violins clamor, the cello calls deep,
A symphony of time’s relentless sweep,
Yet in the piano’s rhythm, a respite I find,
A fleeting moment, amid time’s bind.
VIII.
As the music mounts with fervent might,
I feel time’s pull, an ardent plight,
The piano, violins, and cello entwine,
As I grapple to hold my place in time.
IX.
The crescendo soaring to its fervent height,
A testament to days taking flight,
Yet in the piano’s steadfast flow,
I find solace—time’s unrelenting throe.
X.
As the quartet’s fervor begins to decrease,
I stand still, a moment of tranquil peace,
The piano, violins, and cello start to fade,
Reflecting stillness, amid time’s cascade.
