orchestra
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All who attempt to
Behold the wondrous works
Of the ancient wielders of pathos
Are to wait until eternal rest comes upon them
The flow of our bodies begins to harmonize
A chorus of grunts and moans crescendos
Urged forth by her begging eyes
Our symphony climaxes behind fogged windows
A single note
Shatters the room
Piercing, reverberating
Through the soul
Within a single heartbeat
Hundreds of voices join in sync
Polished wooden boards
A bow string of fine horse hair
Across the metal string
Release the rich sound
Sing, cry, roar, whisper, scream sound
Breathe, speak, and tell us
You may ask me what I need,
and I could say food.
I could say the neccesities.
I could even say the love of my life, but I will not.
The thing that means the most to me, the thing I could not bare to see go,
I can conquer anything -
Any struggle, any strife,
All I need to do it
is my fingers and my life.
Performing is my passion.
Drawing is my dream.
I do this each and every day,
They encircle around, hearing
Watching as the music stops playing...
Some laugh, some may point,
But whose fault is it for the loss of knowing?
Ignorants they are for not seeing
My name is the syncopated beat
Of a dotted eighth note, sixteenth note
Rocking like a boat on windy waters
My laugh is the swoop of glissando
Sometimes a delicate slide
SIXTH SYMPHONY
Beethoven
is a liar.
He would have
you believe that
he wants you;
but behind your
back, he is
glad to see you go.
Happiness
My heart is like an orchestra:
Full of sadness, joy, and song.
My instruments are tuning still
Though it's been so very long.
Percussion plays my awkwardness;
The strings, all my compassion;
It vibrates
Through the room
The strings on my viola
Sing with it
It vibrates through my heart
I feel it deep inside.
I place my bow on the string
My fingers are ready
The time has come for a suite,Humbling and sweet.Eternity awaits for those of us,Standing on destiny’s edge.
The crowd hushes, a magic silence,
They sit, and wait, patient and quiet.
The conductor settles, he stands very still,
He raises his baton, the orchestra waits.
Semisweet sounds fill the robust emporium
Sarcastically, kids mimic the beauty of the melodies
Soulful tones melt over every seat; molding the auditorium
T
To kiss you
is to hear trumpets sound
and feel the reverberation
propel throuhg my skin
as my soul rejoices
in meeting its other half
The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage
Bouncing around the room,
Mixing with the cushioned chairs
And the old-people smell.
The brass blasts out a baleful melody
Robin Stumpfig
Rendering the common peace
Striking deep
Saving the light
Forging hope
I see you
You get up on that podium
Looking calm as water
Waving your arms around
Saving the hopeless for when
The orchestra can’t see
I hear you
You get up on that pulpit
Never, he said, go along with a speeder
Hold your ground!
Be a leader
Follow the speeder and you will be bound
You'll be speedier, speedier, speedier and faster
You'll fail the whole orchestra
It all began when my dad killed my fish,
when I cried and said a new CD was my only wish
I was only three when he brought one home
And it only took me 2 days to learn every song
See I came down for a purpose. See as I came down I did not hover, I slammed!The ground broke down in a shatter when I landed. See, I came to bring peace to my loved ones and war to my enemies.
My heart is a lonely hunter.
My arrow drawn, ready to strike,
Tears toward the target, bringing it to life.
A faint piano begins easing through the silence.
