That Song
That song in my head: I can't make out the tune, and the lyrics are muted; they make a bleak echoing sound. Echoes of Autumn. When the promise of June has been largely forgotten, and rotting leaves smother the ground.
Ritardando
A change in the key: It is harsher and cold and it silently fills me with dread as it whispers its toll. Whispers of Winter. When all things become old and a sudden reminder of emptiness freezes the soul.
Giocoso
Directing the score: Vivace! Alive now! Cadenza! Sing freely! suggests every capering fool. Suggestions of Spring. When life can contrive how to heal and most everything blossoms with verdant renewal.
Grand Pause
Rythm and meter: Double four, common time. Summer is finally here. Time to reflect and consider the promise of June: it's a promise of rhyme with no words, simply a tune stuck in your head. And forever.
Da Capo