Post by Ameavaleur on Aug 14, 2010 16:59:03 GMT -5
I float on the strains of harmony,
my bass beats fluttering
the wings of
melody.
My bass clarinet moves with emotion in front of me,
the other instruments undulate in response.
I allow myself to close my eyes,
hide myself beneath the sea of noise.
If only I could sustain this note,
hold it out so it rang forevermore.
When it ended, everything would be all right,
nothing would be out of place
and everybody would be happy.
The music tells me tales of
what could be,
and my fingers lay out the path
throwing threatening things aside.
But, too soon,
a minor cord comes in,
an impossibly high note jumps forth,
and I am as lost as ever.
Once again, the other musicians outshine me
and my moment in the spotlight is gone,
only lasting as long as a
heartbeat.
my bass beats fluttering
the wings of
melody.
My bass clarinet moves with emotion in front of me,
the other instruments undulate in response.
I allow myself to close my eyes,
hide myself beneath the sea of noise.
If only I could sustain this note,
hold it out so it rang forevermore.
When it ended, everything would be all right,
nothing would be out of place
and everybody would be happy.
The music tells me tales of
what could be,
and my fingers lay out the path
throwing threatening things aside.
But, too soon,
a minor cord comes in,
an impossibly high note jumps forth,
and I am as lost as ever.
Once again, the other musicians outshine me
and my moment in the spotlight is gone,
only lasting as long as a
heartbeat.
