garden of sound: part one

The excitement before a concert.

All is still.

Sound has deceased,

Filling the air with anticipation

And nervous energy.

Waiting,

A million eyes watch intently.
Silently

As the conductor raises his wand.

Then

Bang!

The crash of drums

As the symphony begins.

Musicians follow the conductor's every movement.
Breathing in and breathing out,
Air rushes across each mouthpiece,
Through each twisted tunnel.

Fingers fly across the keys,
Skillful and precise,
Hitting each pitch at the correct time
Just as they had rehearsed.

A great diversity of sounds come together

To create a colorful garden.

The brass lay a foundation.

Thick and rich,

Soil underneath the ground.

The snickers of the oboe and bassoon

Cause the sound to break into laughter,

Break through the earth.

The sparkling trills of a piccolo

Soar above the ground.

Saxophones, flutes, and clarinets

Instruments of the wind.

Walking together in a garden,

Audience and musicians

Are mummified-

Trapped within the layers of sound.