Against all desires, another storm approaches. Casting sadness and memories away from the next generation. The past stays predominant every new morn, But the world must keep spinning. Yesterday was then. Tomorrow is now. Spurts of laughter and singing ring through their souls, Their existence understood through a year of work. Until it all escalates downwards to an unwanted finale. When the past respectively recognizes their predecessors, Jealous of what awaits the new kids on the block. With the unwavering strength, you always look ahead, Each year holding new successes and defeats. New flames kindle in anticipatory faces, Awaiting the day Madrigals will change them forever. You’ve opened that door for us. You are the one who returns after each summer, The one who losses the most; but you can smile, Because you’ve shown us all what music can do. And how we pass it on to our future A poem for my dear friend Steve Smith
