Picture of an oboe
Oboe
In the symphony, its voice takes flight,
The oboe's melody, pure and bright.
With gentle grace, it pierces the air,
A soulful song, beyond compare.
Its reedy whispers, tender and true,
A haunting call that cuts right through.
With every note, a story unfolds,
Embracing hearts, like secrets untold.
From mournful lows to joyful highs,
The oboe weaves its magic, wise.
With patient breath, it sings its part,
A serenade that touches the heart.
Amidst the orchestra's vibrant tide,
The oboe's song, it cannot hide.
Its soulful timbre, a guiding light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
So let us celebrate this humble reed,
A gift of music, in every breath we need.
For in its melody, we find solace and glee,
The oboe, forever, our companion shall be.
(2/10/2007)
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