Memorizing the music of her curves
Every note a drop of impeccable beauty
Luscious harmonics vibrating his very soul
Overtones causing emotions vivid and deep
Desire sang back with a trumpet fanfare devolving into kettle drums calling his hormones to battle
Yet her smile brought the whole orchestra to a halt except for a single flute, and that’s when he knew he was in love
Double her melody, but a third higher they said
Under normal circumstances that would have been a cakewalk
Except she found out the person she was singing with was Mariah Carey
That meant either she needed to find another octave in range or have a car hit her so she could get out of it
Never sang in front of more than a couple dozen people before
Evert could feel his legs try to quiver with just the mere thought of the packed concert hall
Ready and waiting for him to come on stage and open his mouth to let those songs free
Vivian smiled warmly as she straitened his collar. “You’ve got this.”
Oh, he got something all right. Got to go to the bathroom that is.
Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked himself in the eye and thought..
So what was it going to be? That’s when he threw up.
Catching emotions in a secret stack of tones
Heartening those who heard, and pleased the Lord
One after another, the fourth, the fifth
Reaching a crescendo in a major lift
Determined to inspire all to sing out “Hallelujah”
An homage to “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen
Notes played from the strings and brass floated
Over the timpani and xylophones being hammered at
It was then that the woodwinds began to wail
Sending each section into a race to match their bravado
Eventually, the conductor silenced them. She knew the first day in an orchestra as new musicians could be… trying
Jumping around to the massive beat
As the band played on and on
Made them sweat out any bad vibes
Can’t hear the person next to you even though they are shouting into your ear
Loud doesn’t start to describe the thump of the speakers
Under that audio assault, your body has no choice but to move to the beat
Becoming yet another cog in the music box machine
Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
Feet drifted along the hardwood
Looking for the beat desperately since he felt his life depended on it
Of course, they could not find it and so he dreaded what would happen next
Ordinarily he would have abandoned ship and found a wall to prop up, but…
Rachel kept smiling at him as she tried to follow his lead, and that was all that counted
Everything he heard was a gift ever since he received his hearing aids
And this coincided with his daughter having her first lesson for the French horn. How exciting!
Realized the next day, when she began to practice, that the off switch on them was a blessing as well.
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