Music Tells the Story

From the first sweet notes of the violins suggesting the proud prow of the ship cutting through the waves,

To the cellos and the bass suggesting the roll of the deck and the power of the west wind,

To the rumble of lightning in the kettle drums…

The music tells the story… For the Ages… To the last lingering note.

The music tells the story, marks the time, and unreels the tune.

The love song is sung in a poignant voice, making you feel the heartache and pain…

And the sweetest successes of note and counter-note take you to the kiss before death.

Sopranos and tenors, altos, bassists, and harmony…

The picture gets painted with the oil paints of sound.

The music tells the story, marks the time, and unreels the tune.

You step into the spotlight in the center of the stage…

And that microphone is intimidating…

But you reach into the deepest places in your soul…

And your beating heart forces you to sing!

The music tells the story… For the Ages… To the last lingering note.

The music tells the story, marks the time, and unreels the tune.