Then a chord springs music to life

Higher till the heavens but still held down by weights of years

A viola spins and falls away

Spinning fairies

Love blooms

Blowing my mind

Full rich like so much cake

Now happy and twirling off into the ether

High carefree

Now happier music comes but subdued

Never again as high as before but with promises of joy

Laughing children brought to mind

Feet wanting to dance through dizzying curtains

Curtsey to your partner

Sad melancholy tones; wistful and saddened as if wishing something else was here

Still a childish hope springs through

High and shrill violins leaning in vain wishing times of joy

Newly matured and mellowing but still hoping

Die away on a major chord