The Music Master rose to his feet
Announced the band would now play
The assembled assembly shuffled in their seats.
There was an air of dread within me,
In other places this meant
Five minutes, seeming a lifetime
Where a group of long haired boys
Would find new and innovative ways
To torture not only their poor instruments
But the collective ears of all enduring their performance.
Instead, a group of boys and girls emerged
Each with a music stand
Each with a wind instrument
Not a drum to be seem
Not a guitar screaming within
To be left in its case.
Rather each took their place
A soft lead in, the beat established
And there flowed the coolest jazz.
I couldn’t believe, this wasn’t normal
Was it?
My first assembly was a shock
I was to be shocked many times
By the sophistication
The love and understanding
These young musicians showed
To their music to their audience
But mostly their dexterity
In producing sounds you could melt into.
Written for: http://www.adashofsunny.com/category/prompt-nights/
Morpethroad 
This is lovely 😀 I can almost picture those boys and girls gearing up for their performance with equal zest and zeal! Beautifully expressed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Michael 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
My pleasure Sanaa, I have to work out how to be aware of it arriving earlier….I know I am several days late each week…..but this poem is based on what really did happen when I moved to a new school years ago….
Yeah I know I could tell it was 🙂 Thank you so much. I dropped you a quick email 😀
I noticed you told Sanaa that this piece was based in real experience. I just felt that it must be when I read it. As a former teacher — and music teacher — it felt very ‘real’ to me.
Thanks Sandra. I went from a suburban school o an academically selective school, it was like from one extreme to another only the selective school was such a wonderful place in which to work. Thanks again for stopping by.
Love the clarinet and the cello. Magic music.
It certainly is Lyn. Thanks for stopping by.
What a wonderful surprise for you… and blessing
Yes indeed Debi, better than wonderful I sometimes think.
What a wonderful poem – honest and magical – sometimes it is amazing how young people can take upon ideas and create in a way that maybe adults practice too hard to achieve – and nothing worse than a murdered violin
I agree a murdered violin is worse than a murdered guitar…thanks Jae appreciate your lovely comment.
And the tone and mood of your poem reflects the awe and soothing beauty of the event perfectly. I was waiting for the lines speaking of headaches and of wishing for open doors. How pleasing. The ending left me smiling. 🙂
Thank you Magaly, lovely having you stop by.
I just loved this–smashed expectations in the best possible way. I think this was so good:
Five minutes, seeming a lifetime
Where a group of long haired boys
Would find new and innovative ways
To torture not only their poor instruments
But the collective ears of all enduring their performance.
Thanks Victoria, very much appreciate you calling by my blog.
This definitely brings me back to those days long ago. I played violin in the orchestra all through school, and those assemblies, the music stands, the audience when we’d do a concert… exactly those same feelings! Wonderful that you could recapture the sights and sounds! 🙂
I was lucky to work in a great school with wonderful students…thanks for your comment, glad you have good memories too..
Your amusement is universal. I too feel like that at times when a fresh artist(s) comes on TV to sing live. thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your comment. Much appreciated.