Today in school was very long. Afterwards when I got home I felt better though. Tomorrow I am working on the play again.
the CD starts to revolve,
the conductor raises his hand,
the microphone is turned on,
the crowd silences for the band
the first chord is Stromberg,
the first note is played,
the accumpliment sets the tempo,
the fist melody is made,
the music flows through the air,
into other ears,
the symphony gives chills,
to everyone that hears,
music effects everyone,
in a different way,
it is the universal language,
and it helps me throughout my day,
the final movement is played,
and the melody is expressed one more time,
the finally instrument lands on a fomata,
the final passion of mine.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
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i like the poem....i just called your house to see what you were doing...i need a richard day...i have to tell you some stuff...read my blog if you want to know why...
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