Staring at the loose leaf
With instrument in hand
Waiting for imagination
To conduct something grand
To settle the orchestra
Of ideas in the pit
A few taps on the table
Quieting the script
The flow begins slowly
The string section serenades
Like a bow crossing the strings
The pen starts to sway
The intensity rises as the
Horns take their cue
Notes dance across the page
A tympani of cymbals crash through
The story reaches its crescendo
Symphony in full swing
Conductor slows back the tempo
Instrument continues to sing
The sonata is reached
Piece is coming to a close
Instrument is placed down
Completed orchestration of prose.
7 thoughts on “The Conductor”
Beautiful! “Notes dance across the page” 🙂 love it…
Thank you! Reading and writing really is like an orchestra to my imagination. It’s my version of music….without sound.
This is awesome. When I read “conductor”, in the title, I immediately thought train…lol.
Or the fact that I live where I live…automatic conditioning. Nice post.
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A great use of words. Worth reading out loud.
Thank you very much for the re blog. I am happy you enjoyed it enough to share it with your followers!