61- English Horn- 2-11-2007

 

Picture of an English Horn 

English Horn  

In melodies sweet, a tale is born, 
The haunting sound of the English horn. 
A voice, so plaintive, yet full of grace, 
It sings of longing, in a tender embrace. 

  

Its golden tones, like a sigh in the breeze, 
Whisper secrets, carried on musical seas. 
From deep within, it resonates and calls, 
The heart of the listener, it gently enthralls. 

  

Through symphonies grand, it weaves its spell, 
A melancholy story, it's eager to tell. 
From valleys low to mountains high, 
Its soulful notes, they touch the sky. 

  

Oh, English horn, your voice so rare, 
With every breath, you bring us there. 
To distant lands, where dreams are born, 
You paint our emotions, with each mournful mourn. 

  

So play on, dear English horn, your melody true, 
Captivate our hearts, like only you can do. 
Your sorrowful song, forever will be, 
An everlasting reminder, of its beauty. 

  

-(2/11/2007)