I have a recurring dream,
Where I am playing with a symphony,
A famous symphony,
And I have an instrument
That I have never played before.
the symphony is sitting on a wooden stage
draped with red curtains along the proscenium.
A crowd appears in the seats of the dark auditorium.
They begin to clap and cheer
I begin to look at my piece, trying to find
Where we are to play
I look at my neighbors’ music and both have different pieces
Than mine and each other
I start to panic,
What is going on here?
The conductor stands up to the podium,
I am lost!
He starts to orchestrate,
What am I going to do?
Stay cool
Play Something
So, I play the song which isn’t familiar to me,
I don’t know what to expect from phrase to phrase
I read it carefully
And I listen to the rest of the group,
And I play in a different key
And I play a different song
And yet,
And yet,
It sounds so harmonious.
It sounds so harmonious.
I have never heard music so beautiful.
It is not cacophony.
It is the epitome of beauty.
12/10/1992
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