Do you remember the orchestra
back from our school?
Do you recall every laugh,
some jokes we played,
and when we were young,
all those memories we made?
The bitter conductor,
WHAT A SCENE!
When we'd go running
through fields so green,
right after orchestra practice each day.
Do you remember the nerves
before a show?
It felt like the Super Bowl,
with millions of eyes,
though there were barely a hundred inside,
those memories, I still hold them tight.
YOU ARE READING
MUSIC IS MY VOICE
PoetryMusic is the voice of lovers, poets, and musicians, and that is why with the help of my guitar and references to music, I have written and will continue to write the poems you will find in this collection.
