In the hush of the concert hall, they gather,
Orchestra poised, each note a tether.
Violins weep, a sonnet of the strings,
A symphony born as the conductor swings.
Brass instruments proclaim with might,
A sonnet echoed in the grandiose height.
Woodwinds whisper in melodic spree,
An orchestral sonnet, harmonious and free.
Percussion beats like a rhythmic heart,
In the sonnet's journey, each part plays its part.
Maestro's baton orchestrates the scene,
A sonnet composed, both bold and serene.
In musical sonnets, emotions unfold,
An orchestra's sonnet, a tale to be told.
