THE ART OF THE CRESCENDO
He stood with his mouth agape listening
to the diminuendo whisper of her dress.
His heart overflowed with an undivided tenderness
he had never felt before as he fixated on her body.
She swirled as if she was dancing on air
with elegant twists and turns he had never seen before.
She was a living drama of a Symphonie Fantastique
where hysteria was part of the musical arrangement.
After a short kettledrum roll the crescendo was reached
to a resounding round of applause.