Life
The sound evades like a screeching cat
The orchestra tuning up to be ready
when the baton falls, to start
my prize in the music contest.
I sat and pondered over the notes
which sound did I want to create?
dreamy, sad or with a bit of oomph.
Finally, my entry has been written
Music starts in a dreamy state
tempo quickens as life proceeds
Reaching a loud clash of cymbals
When life is at its symbolic peak.
The music slows as years pass
slowly wistfully to life's resting place
memories aflame, tears falling
it reaches the long note of goodbye
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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