At the first turn we begin the dance to midnight.
The single clarinet pierces the silence;
A sharp clear tone to awaken the night air.
The second turn takes us across the stone.
A brass horn accompanies the first notes;
Adding a somber tone to contrast the first.
Another turn: the third this time.
Now we hear the richer viola;
Heavy strings that touch the soul.
Turn four comes next, across the floor.
In barges the trumpet to lead the brass.
Wobbling tones to bring the anthem home.
Now the fifth turn comes, swift and loud.
The composer stands, his arms outstretched.
All the tones swell to follow the climactic beat.
At the sixth turn we all suddenly go cold.
Our music rests with a wonderful flourish.
We step away from one another and prepare for the next.
The seventh and eighth turns come side by side.
Returning to the stage comes in our strings.
Now joined by the bass and violins.
Building in rhythm are turns ninth and tenth.
A drum joins the fray with the brass.
The deeper notes mix with the steps of the turn.
At the eleventh turn we break into a run.
Both wind and brass swing high and long;
Strings and percussion thrum low and mightily.
Now we step into the twelfth and final turn.
Each instrument brings its culminating number to bear.
We all raise our voices in joyful glee.
As we each sing out the last notes at midnight.
UWC 