Disjointed Unison Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Musicians, young, just starting out, giving a recital.
Notes blaring out, some too sharp, piercing tonal
perfection, wrecking havoc to my ears.
At times flattened, notes distorting sounds that are
being played in unison, grating against my mind's ears
with distaste.
Listening, trying to be inspired by melodies, but the
music being played strays from one musician to another,
never fully gathering any momentum together in unison.
A distracting array of notes forming and coagulating
in mid-air, not giving an appreciable concert of
beautiful, natural musical delight, like many other
practiced musicians.
Just learning, young ones need to listen to one
another as they play, so they can hear where they're
at in each musical score.
Cute, energetic, wanting to please, yet they have not
come full circle as yet.
Strands of notes being played off-key, accentuating
this beginning stature in the world of music.
A friend's Grandchildren, amongst them, but he hears
nothing but his pride of them filling his heart.