Guitar Upon The Wall
The guitar hangs upon the wall
like a picture drawn a thousand times;
but, where is the use it needs to feel,
the lyric phrase, the quirky rhymes?
Strings, untuned, coated fine
with the dust of betrayal,
silently thrum to the tune
of an unheard song
from long, long ago;
when, or if, they shall play again
it’s beyond my knowledge to know.
I bought a ukulele
I really don’t know why
I have to play it daily
Though it makes the people cry
And even though I practice
I am not really any good
I may have to give it up
The people wish I would.
Although the tunes are cheery
The strumming winds them up
And songs about the prairie
Are not everybody’s cup
The words and the tune?
Lyrically I’m challenged;
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Tagged #music, Haiku
A Virtuoso Performance
The violinist stood before the 50,00 strong audience and took a deep breath. Then, he started into the performance of a lifetime. His instrument a part of himself; its soaring melodies seemed to fly like magic from just four strings and one bow; and, even when one string broke with the passion of his performance, he managed to glide over the disability as if nothing had happened – the audience were unaware of this, but would be even more impressed when they learned of this after the show.
For an hour the maestro of the violin entertained and cajoled his audience with a selection of Vivaldi’s Five Seasons (he’d added one more, as he didn’t feel that the quartet had that sparkle without a fifth season (you can admire his reasoning).
Every single man, woman and child in the audience was transported with his playing; the sounds evoking so many different images to the audience that they flew in their dreams to all corners of the creative mindscapes that are possible. Some even achieved their own personal orgasmic moments – it was ‘that’ good.
Finally, the music of the night came to a sweet, yet bitter, end – and he stood straight to take a bow to the applause.
It was at that moment that his music stand failed and the device folded back on itself, revealing an A4 page of… it wasn’t musical notation… it was a little ‘note to self’.
It seemed that the maestro may have been a little nervous and had taken some pains to try to get over the issue by attaching a reassuring comfort note to his music stand – the words on the A4 paper read:
He was even more popular after this.
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