FALSETTO

Our existence became a Melody
When the maestro's voice echoes;
The world is an orchestral and
Our life, an harmonious ensemble
With sweet progression, fast and slow.
Boldy, time as at first
Our life was a theme and mellow subject
With a trembling effect and spirit
Gradually increasing the pace
In a flowing and graceful style
Rather soft and at pleasure
Which marks well one or more note
Of our brilliant euphony.
Tenderly, little by little
Increasing the tune gradually
With dignity and brisk splendour
Rather loud, as quick as possible
In a short and distinct style
That furnished our existence with
Strength and firmness, cheerfully.
Hence, sweetly bears majestic expression
In a smooth connected manner.
Furiously, life's melody grew quick
Very quick, firmly and decided
To sustain every note to it's full length
Very loud, forsaking dignity and grace
As prides and fury diminishes
Life's values, time and tune by degrees.
Slowly, the time comes with a very slow
Movement, gradually retarding the tempo
And lowering the sound gently
While the quick tune became slow
And there came the solemn chorus
In graceful and singing style
To mark well the remaining life's note
With trembling effect and frail spirit
When our melody softly returns back to the beginning.
In a flowing manner, our existence
Runs at first boldly, tenderly and then furiously
To return back slowly to the humble start
As narrated by the Maestro's soaring voice.