the din of one thousand plus
audience members is displaced
as the concertmaster clip-clops
from stage right to center
a fusion of brass and strings
begins its call-to-order by
the woman charged with
bringing chaos to hundreds
of orchestral voices -
a boisterous parade of
timpani vs. flute vs.
bassoon vs. viola
then - silence - then
a moment of expectation -
she enters smiling with
baton under her arm
applause from the low
seats of the orchestra to
the heights of the highest
balconies
she mounts the rostrum -
a penguinesque black-
striped uniform topped
by a bob of dark curls
a moment of silence from
the musicians - her hand
points the baton to the
sky - and strikes the air
with the sweep of authority -
a blend of sounds causing
heartbeats to still -
allegro ma non troppo
© Lewis Bosworth, 2018
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
the din of one thousand plus
audience members is displaced
as the concertmaster clip-clops
from stage right to center
a fusion of brass and strings
begins its call-to-order by
the woman charged with
bringing chaos to hundreds
of orchestral voices -
a boisterous parade of
timpani vs. flute vs.
bassoon vs. viola
then - silence - then
a moment of expectation -
she enters smiling with
baton under her arm
applause from the low
seats of the orchestra to
the heights of the highest
balconies
she mounts the rostrum -
a penguinesque black-
striped uniform topped
by a bob of dark curls
a moment of silence from
the musicians - her hand
points the baton to the
sky - and strikes the air
with the sweep of authority -
a blend of sounds causing
heartbeats to still -
allegro ma non troppo
© Lewis Bosworth, 2018
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