On a plane this past March
as I flew from DC to KC
I found myself fast asleep
for much of the first part of the trip.
As I slept my dreams turn’d away
from the thoughts of that past day
and into a vision of some great orchestra
a chorus behind, playing that fam’d
1812 Overture of Tchaikovsky’s making.
It roared in my head, filling the mind
as ever it could with sound
abounding throughout the inner ear.
Yet the noise woke me,
forc’d me to recognise my place.
And as I open’d my eyes,
the music came to a grand finale
as the orchestra had stopped
the men of the chorus continued
singing triumphantly their final refrain
the melody from God Save the Tsar
resounded in my ears from within
triumphantly welcoming me
to the skies over Indiana.
Never before has a dream
been so grandiose as to remain
in my memory for months thereafter
as that chorus on that cold March day.