Thomas Matthews - The Orchestra

IT’S almost certain; <br />Every time I travel into the city to hear the orchestra play, <br />I end up entangled with the maestro, <br />No, not the person, <br />For I never have met the fellow, <br />But his hands and the way that they move, <br />The way they players strike their bows across the strings, <br />All according to a simple snap of his wrist, <br />Or the lifting of his forearm, <br />And if I was in an orchestra, <br />Which I am in a way, <br />(those are matters for another time) <br />I would be right under his nose, <br />Playing first chair cello. <br /> <br />©2011 Thomas Matthews<br /><br />Thomas Matthews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-orchestra-3/