Maestro

Pianissimo
The running melody starts
Crescendo, Decrescendo
In and out it weaves
Gradually climbing
Drums rumble in the distance
The rich tone imminent
Fortissimo suddenly
Fully rushing along
The river ligers not
Throws itself down the rocky cliff
With a sincere confidence
A longing to go down
The cymbal crashes, timpani boom
Down, down, down
Ringing becomes softer
River hints at former power
Which soul among us could conjure up
Such a symphony
A the masterful falls