Thursday, 8 October 2009

Symphony Hall

Slow movement
In sad reply to soaring strings came horns to wail and grieve;
       And clarinet, with mournful sigh, lent
Plangent tone to quaver, crotchet, minim, semi-breve.
       (The rests were silent.)

The first half's done. As from a dream
       We wake, and leave the concert-den.
And after scoffing ice-cream
       We troop back in again.

Fast movement
Vivace themes in silver'd streams came trembling, tumbling out
       From piccolo, viola and cor anglais. Then, we spied
(His baton flailing wildly as he lurched in his redoubt)
       The conductor tumbling off the stage - "Too many notes!" he cried.

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