[poem] maestro, take the stage
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music is the connecting thread.
maestro, take the stage
Lights dim, doors close, silence ensues.
His footsteps echo loudly
as he enters the vast hall, stage left.
The audience waits on plush red seats,
countless eyes never waver
from the man in the spotlight.
He sits down at the gleaming black piano,
center stage.
A flick of his coattail,
a crack of his knuckles,
loud like a gunshot.
The lively beginning of a sonata
flows from his agile fingers.
From exuberant celebrations filled with
vibrant colours and scrumptious food,
to relaxing strolls through the woods.
A parade that dances across the stage,
almost real, mesmerizing.
Applause bursts forth as the last note dissipates
and he takes his bow with a flourish.
Invigorated, they all stand up to leave
one by one through the wooden double doors.
a/n: written for creative writing class october 2011
music is the connecting thread.
maestro, take the stage
Lights dim, doors close, silence ensues.
His footsteps echo loudly
as he enters the vast hall, stage left.
The audience waits on plush red seats,
countless eyes never waver
from the man in the spotlight.
He sits down at the gleaming black piano,
center stage.
A flick of his coattail,
a crack of his knuckles,
loud like a gunshot.
The lively beginning of a sonata
flows from his agile fingers.
From exuberant celebrations filled with
vibrant colours and scrumptious food,
to relaxing strolls through the woods.
A parade that dances across the stage,
almost real, mesmerizing.
Applause bursts forth as the last note dissipates
and he takes his bow with a flourish.
Invigorated, they all stand up to leave
one by one through the wooden double doors.
a/n: written for creative writing class october 2011