Brookelyn Walker


Mr. Musican - Why Didn'T I Listen? - Poem by Brookelyn Walker

Curtains
Pulled apart at the conductors command.

Sheets
Ruffled as they began.

Music
Sprang to life in their hands.

Chorus
A de ja vu so sweetly played.

Listen
That note that isn't quite being hit.

Listen
The tuba is out of tune.

Listen
The piano is drowned out.

Listen
His solo is coming up.

Violin
Strings streaching and moving with his hand.

Listen
That boom that isn't the bass drum.

Listen
That twinkle sound that isn't the bells.

Rain?
No, it is the heavens crying as he plays.

Screams
They run for cover as it rains harder.

Me?
I stand there listening.

Him?
He stands there playing his song.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this while sitting in the park listening to a classical music peice over my Ipod, and then it started raining. I wasn't at a concert

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013


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