Thank you, WDAV, for all the years of beautiful music and “symphonic ecstacy” you have provided me and my family.
By Paul Ray (a WDAV listener from Charlotte, NC)
As horns from the orchestra silence, and stillness is felt in the air,
The bows of the strings move together, and play as if God were there.
A lush sound of celli infusing the theme that the violins play,
While each note that’s played and suspended, takes everyone’s breath away.
Then up from the glorious rapture, with tones that are all heaven sent;
The sound of the English Horn rises and pours out its dark lament.
What beauty is heard from an angel who sings in a lower key,
Through grains of the Grenadilla, with it’s haunting melody.
But then in an instant there’s fanfare, as trumpets and baritones soar;
The timpani joins with the tuba while all play the recap once more.
And when the last chord played has ended, and when all the echoes have died,
The walls and the ceiling start shaking, because the creator has cried.