IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Lament In A Flat

A novice practicing scales
upon a battered violin
A raucous sound which never fails
to make my sick headaches begin.
I live above a music school
The rent was all I could afford.
I thought I’d scored, I was a fool
Although at least I’m never bored
I hear unwilling pupils play
strange sounds I cannot classify
as being music in any way.
Although I’m sure some pupils try.
I thank the lord the lord they close at eight
for silence I appreciate.

16-Sep-08

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Comments (1)

haha a music lover I am, but not in that case. Great poem, good use of words as I could visualize your dilemma