Homage to Sondheim

I wish I could rhyme like Stephen Sondheim.
Of his music, I have become fond, I’m
transfixed by the mix and the tricks, acoustics
sharp as the razor of ‘Sweeney Todd.’
If I could have a magic wand, time
would revolve, evolve, dissolve,
so it wouldn’t be odd, if ‘A Funny Thing
Happened on the Way to the Forum;’
the augurs and soothsayers saw’em coming,
whether ‘Follies’ or a ‘Gypsy’, they could sing.
And then there’s the rhythm, first fast and then slow;
he changes the tempo, staccato, largo.
You don’t know which direction he’ll forge
like a walk on ‘Sunday in the Park with George.’
I’ll gorge on the glory, the exhilaration,
the syncopation, reverberation: it’s sublime.
With ‘A Little Night Music, I suddenly find
I’m transported ‘Into the Woods’ of his mind.