Friday, March 7, 2008

And the band played...

Passing predictably along the plain
Ignoring arpeggios as they come
Passions subsiding at each refrain

Heartbeat steady as the bass drum
Pacing the chorus of the everyday
The simple tune the laymen hum

Diatonically governing the arrangements way
With adagio building to crescendo
Dictating the notes in yeas and nay

The pulse quickens as the trumpets blow
Signaling the end of this lament?
And what comes next I do not know

A harsh bagatelle of dishevelment
The sound of crashing brass
My ears distrust the dissonant

A trill consuming and so crass
Pounding, beating, pounding, pounding
Hoping, knowing this too shall pass...