09 October 2012

OctPoWriMo 9 - Music

First, the flute finds its voice
Clearly, sweetly, soaring sound
Drums begin, a beat so bold
Teasing and tempting your twitching toes
Trumpets up and take the lead

Pure and true the piano plays
While the guitar gently weeps
And all at once it’s all a wall
Of sound and song and harmony