đ&#x;Žś Musical Madness
By: Grace C.
Instruments Audio for Poem Instrument in lap, case in hand, What could anyone else demand? Violin, with its thin strings and stick bow, Cello, with its thick strings that play so low. Alto, treble, tenor and bass, With so many clefs, how is there space? Solos, duets, trios, quartets, Just how large can one orchestra get? Whole, half, quarter, and eighth, Who knew there was math in such a calm state? Harmonies, melodies, suites, and symphonies, Including the Four Seasons by our wonderful Vivaldi. Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky and more, Concertos, solos, and overtures galore. Rosin, bow, strings, and scroll, It opens a musical door to my soul.
Orchestra Audio for Poem
Suddenly, unexpected, the timpani rolls. The triangle rings, piercing through the air. The xylophones clang, the mallets strike the bars. In comes the violin melody, drifting through the air like sweet honey. The cellos storm in, charging onto the battlefields. The basses keep the steady pulse like beating drums. The violas surge forth, joining and completing the string quartet. Then the flutes whistle their tune full of high notes. The clarinets join in, harmonizing to the flutes and violins. The oboe's nasally theme adds to the crescendo of instruments. The bassoon chimes in as well, their bass notes edging the others on. With a loud entrance, the trumpets join in, blasting out of their bells. Then come the trombones, sliding like a river coursing over rocks. The French horns scream loudly through the air While the tubas blurt out their few notes before moving back into silence. The harp plucks calmly, helping the melody along while keeping a steady throb. Finally, with a last few measures of a ritardando and the hold of a fermata, The conductor's beats fall and the baton goes down. The instruments drop.
Track and Field Audio for Poem Runners take their mark, Hearts racing, pounding, leaping The gunshot fires suddenly. The runners dash off, their spikes scraping the track. The wind ruffles their hair, Whistles past as they sprint. Leaping for the hurdles, Up the runners fly. A few inches above the obstacles, Then they stomp down and continue the run. The end of the straight, next comes the curve-The place where you either surge ahead or stumble behind. After the curve, again, the straight. The finish line, just out of reach. A few more steps and when they turn their heads, The finish line is already meters past.
Like a sandstorm, dust billows as the jumper's heels slide into the sand. A pole is struck down as the vaulter propels forward and lands on the cushion. The jumper turns and arches back, Then sinks onto the mattress, anxiously wondering if he tripped the alarmingly towering bar. Spinning, the thrower releases the disc from his hand as it flies up, Into the air. At last, the events are complete. The athletes double over, panting for breath. Medals and plaques are handed out, Rewarding the overexertion.
Citations Picture of Musical Madness: http://amzn.to/1MU9XH2
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