A Sonata for TSM

Who orchestrated this song?
Who authored it and who completed it?
Who wrote it down?

And who arranged the sheet music
So it might be played in the order it is?
Pages flipping and unfolding, and revealing
And being played and left behind
As we venture forth into new stanzas and phrases
Or variations of themes we’ve already seen

Who plays it?
Whose fingers strike the notes?
Those of him who wrote the song?
Or our own
And who is the greater master?
The one who composes a work
Or the one who plays it through?

Who primed this stage?
Who tuned keys with a meticulous ear?
Crafted this instrument upon which
The song is played?
Who knew the harmonies would sound so right together?

And who turns on the lights
And draws the curtain closed again?
Is the one who begins the show the one who ends it?
Carrying the piano away off the stage

Who opens the door and sends us back into the night?
And who are we?
Friends?
Those who love?
Those who hope for a future?
Or those who go home alone to separate houses
And different dreams?
In that one understood the music fully
And the other only knew that it was surely the most beautiful song ever played.

And who are we
Who are we?
But the notes upon God’s score
Which he has authored and completed
Orchestrated to this song,
This dream,
This life

To be played together…
…And apart