Carnegie Hall MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

An oboe concert A sounds.
Others joinin.
An old structure becomes new
As music drifts from itsstage.

Violin voices, trumpet fanfares;
All so rich.
Theconductor's baton, the timpani's pulse;
Crisp, as the violins in "TheMagic Flute."

The past resonates,
Here, the conductors speak.
The musicians interpret the sound
Recapitulations, the return of a hero,
Commence the final notes;
Abruptly or in vast epic.

Clashing waveserupt from the hands of listeners,
Some have slept while others have crept
To the edges of their seats in hope of
That final moment.

The real end is fiction.
Time without end will give the beats.
The performers bow to their praises,
Bowing well deserved.

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