I listen for the silence between the sounds
They make more music
They bring great shame upon these instruments
I close my eyes as if to drown it out
They stand and bow at the end
Pleased as punch with themselves
I blame them, though none are composers
They’ve been complicit
They brought it to life
At the end I open my eyes
Just long enough to tap two fingers together
And glare at each and every one of them
From the archives:
Take This Inspiration And Shove It
I answered my own question
I Stand In Judgement
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