The Prelude begins with:
The vibrations,
Of a cell phone alarm put on snooze.
Creating a slow start.
The buzz,
Of a hair dryer.
Making me speed up.
The deep thump,
Of feet .
The accompanying cadence,
Of creaky floors.
The reeds squeaking,
Of my bed,
and the door.
The cymbals slap-slap,
Of feet
hitting the floor.
And now the song get’s going with:
The roar,
Of students on the way to class.
The bright melody,
Of laughter.
The slow harmony,
Of inside jokes.
The percussion,
Of pencils tapping
and pages turning.
The brass line,
Of teacher’s voices.
The bass drum,
Of snores
In math class.
Now for variations on the theme:
The triple forte,
Of lunch,
And final bells.
The frenzied trills,
Of finishing homework.
The rushed bridge,
Of practices,
With the same melody.
And finally the finale:
The decrescendo,
Of the ride home.
The ritardando,
Of the walk inside.
The final burst,
Of sound
As the day is retold.
The squeak,
Of the bed
As I lay down.
The yell,
Of good night.
The cut-off,
Of my eyes finally closing.
copyright Andrea Sheppard 2010