When The Music Died eyeofthetiger2u7: When The Music Died ~ It's show time the curtain is raised And the orchestra is ready to play The audience awaits to be amazed Will this be a rhapsody or a ballet ~ When the maestro tap taps his baton All the instruments played in rhythm Drifting in the wind like a blue swan On golden pond in the early Autumn ~ On a piano the keys play a rhapsody The metronome keeping perfect time Each music score is a perfect melody And every word is in excellent rhyme ~ The music floats like a gentle zephyr Higher and higher into an azure sky Then returning again only as a blur And the audience all wondered why ~ The conductor grimaced with a frown Soon this rhapsody begins to subside Like the white Rose that turns brown This is the night when the music died ..... EyeOfTheTiger2u7 (all rights reserved) youarewell2: I could really feel this. The music floating like a "zephyr". I didn't want the music to die though. lol. This poem kept my interest all the way to end. Bravo. | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |