Let me compose sonatas in your mind

On strings of ink I now will strum and play

That here in verse sweet melodies you’ll find

And in soft subtle notes, your heart may sway;

Bright timbre true shall resonate your soul,

Proud intonation raising spirits high

Diminished light in skilled leggiero

Then in bravura—scaling to the sky.

In cursive swirls your eyes shall spin delight

As in refrain you read the lines again,

Saccadic wonders shimmer into sight

As you attend each rising rousing strain—

Then at the volta precious tears may fall…

And at sforzando you give up your all.