Twist-tied together
As they prowl the floor
Never moving out of step
Grinding the music underfoot
Order transformed into artistic expression
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Bells (an acrostic poem)
Bronze flashing, ringing, singing
Enveloping the spirits of those around
Loud bashing to soft banter
Layering music, hope, and joy
Shattering the silence
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Exposed (an acrostic poem)
Everyone was playing so well, but now it was time to crescendo
Xylophone mallets at the ready, Bob waited for his cue for his first ever solo
Practically tasting the increase in intensity, Bob’s hands started to sweat
Only Bob didn’t dare dry them, he just concentrated on not letting them slip
Suddenly it was time for Bob to play. He swung the mallets downward
Everything slowed down as Bob watched it all go so wrong
Down went the poleaxed conductor, and so ended Bob’s career
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Peanut Butter and Banana Dreams (a 150 word story)
Those people that thought Elvis was still alive made Travis laugh. It had been almost 41 years since that fateful day and yet Travis could remember every intimate, crazy detail like it had been yesterday. He was supposed to play Utica, New York on that tour. Why on earth had they booked him in Utica? Well Travis was happy it never happened.
Travis chuckled at that thought as he looked out the nursing home window. He spent a lot of time thinking about the past and what might have been. That was how Travis spent most of his time. Getting older may suck, but the alternative was worse. Besides, being 88 wasn’t that bad, really. He still could enjoy his music and his peanut butter and banana sandwiches. He then remembered the sequined jump suits. Man he hated those. Who thought they were a good idea? They made him itch.
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Money (an acrostic poem)
Moving with the beat and her eyes, John was in the zone
Over and over he swayed and spun
Never getting dizzy or tired, the music and her smile edging him on
Even when the song ended he continued because it made her happy
Yes he looked like a fool, but he was rich because of his daughter’s laughter
Timeless (an acrostic poem)
Tossing his fedora onto the coatrack, Martin sat at the piano
In no time the keys began to sing what was in his heart
Melodies rose and fell on the emotional tide
Enveloping Martin in memories of another time and place
Listening to those faint echoes of her laugh in the harmonies
Envisioning her smile as she joined him on the violin
Softly he finished his musical poem and smiled at her picture on the piano
She would always be a part of his soul
Music (an acrostic poem)
Magic brought to life
Undoing the chains of the mundane
Sending my soul soaring
Into the starry sky above
Courting the infinite
