Monday, October 07, 2013

Like Dancing in a Straight Jacket

Oh, orchestral excerpts, how I love thee.  
I striveth for musicality
But then I stretch a little on beat 3
and my hopes sink beneath the dark, dark sea

Think of our buddy, Bolero, so scary.  
Sensuality in notes, played with flair-ee
But The Time must never, never vary.
We must neither rush nor tarry.

Daily I practice so I can hack it.
It's almost like dancing ballet in a straight jacket.