Song to the Masters I: Vivaldi & Bach

Hum along eyes closed to what transcends language and time,

No lyrics necessary to convey emotions, story, or clime;

We feel and note through dissonance and harmony,

In major and minor speak thoughts and destiny;

Once for kings and queens in church and court,

Listen to keyboard player’s harmonic support.

Mr. Vivaldi, sir, your Seasons still spectacular this season -

Timeless melodies capture sensations more than reason;

From priest to composer deliver mass in concerto and strings,

Your dynamic spirit and Italian passion zealously springs;

Invigorate mornings dreary with songs persuasive and young,

A taste in me made from chords you’ve strung.

Good day to you, Mr. Bach! In cello you’ve made me love,

A suite deep beneath reverberates through earth and above;

Melancholy permeates blessing in impossible technique,

Exist apart from any instrument unique;

Oh! Master of absolute music, a father I seek,

Memory on stage of your Prelude and Fugue in C.

Strings and organs stitch many hearts,

Awaken operas and open doors to art.

In seasons capture time,

In time capture life,

In life capture essence,

In essence and song we rise.