Tempo (an acrostic poem)

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The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.

Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.

Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.

Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.

Obviously, the following ovation was intense.  The musicians were kids after all.

Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody

 

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