Noise (an acrostic poem)

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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

Harp (an acrostic conversation)

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How much do I hate you?  Let me count the ways.”

As if you can complain.  I’m the best thing for you.”

Really?  That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”

Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”