Ghostly Presence & 17 Violins |
Prompt: Write a story or poem about a rehearsal in which only SEVENTEEN members of a 150 member orchestra show up, and they are all violin players. They go ahead with the rehearsal anyway -what happens? You must write in the MUSIC genre (and choose it as one of your genres). This poem is entered in "The Writer's Cramp" . Strings were ready, calm and steady waiting for the maestro, please Seventeen violins poised alert to bring an audience to its knees The snow was quite daunting, the sound promised to be haunting Without the orchestra's one fifty number rehearsing lively, as the others slumber The sound destined to be classic with a wink and prayer, it's magic Leaving solitude behind the weather Dedication sparkles, coats of leather The lesson now it seems Do your best and live your dreams And when life throws a road block in Just practice playing with a grin The night belonged to ones who rehearsed, as shined the sun Later united in sound Never letting each other down I was there, my friend you see My trusty piano called to me My ghostly presence found a way to play my Sonatina with them that day And guiding them that night, I showed them each the sacred light Seventeen violins, they sang strong My spirit waves and says, "So long!" 30 Lines |