Poetry About Classical Music

Oboes thread one note through the hall. Strings answer in a bright disorder. The conductor opens the waiting score. A century-old silence prepares to move. Every musician enters through practiced attention. The first chord makes the past present tense.

Return after the first glance. Strings answer in a bright disorder. The scene has kept more than appearance. A century-old silence prepares to move. Attention makes the ordinary answer back. The first chord makes the past present tense.

Oboes thread one note through the hall. Time moves, but the image does not leave. The conductor opens the waiting score. It returns us to orchestras, composition, disciplined practice, interpretation, silence, and old scores made present through living musicians. Every musician enters through practiced attention. The day continues with a more attentive heart.