Brookelyn Walker

Mr. Musican - Why Didn't I Listen?

Pulled apart at the conductors command.

Ruffled as they began.

Sprang to life in their hands.

A de ja vu so sweetly played.

That note that isn't quite being hit.

The tuba is out of tune.

The piano is drowned out.

His solo is coming up.

Strings streaching and moving with his hand.

That boom that isn't the bass drum.

That twinkle sound that isn't the bells.

No, it is the heavens crying as he plays.

They run for cover as it rains harder.

I stand there listening.

He stands there playing his song.

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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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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