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Orchestral Unity

By j jones

You, drum, stop your banging, you're making a din

The sound of your beat makes my head spin.


And Harp! Stop bragging of your many strings, 

Play fewer, think smaller when the viola begins.


Double-bass and violin, sort yourselves out,

We can't have a screech along-side a deep shout.


The fanciful flute with it's quick change of tempo, 

Keep up everybody. Why are you so slow?


Too gentle, too sharp! Come, get it right,

Knock off sharp edges Or there'll be a fight 


And now you're all moulded, stretched out or contained 

Is this perfection? No! You've been maimed.


Extremities matter; they make up the whole.

Not one or t'other but all is the goal.


The Composer has written a beautiful score,

He chose each note.. Now it's time to restore 


Remove expectations that cause you to strive.

Stress isn't the purpose of being alive.


Lock eyes with Conductor, he knows your part,

He'll teach you to play. No performance, all heart.




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