Summary: Yuki is in class and writing poems for contests.
Like it says
I don't own Yuki but I do own everything else.
Yuki sat in class writing a poem for the class to hear. They were in the middle of writing for six different poetry contests. The teacher went around and checked the different poem each person. The teacher got to Yuki's desk and he stopped writing. He smiled up at the teacher and handed her his work.
"Finished already mister Sohma?" She asked as he nodded. He grabbed one smiled.
"Sensei, would you please look this one over for me. It didn't flow to well for my liking." Yuki said as he set it on top of her papers. She read over it and smiled.
"This flows very well mister Yuki I love it. If you wouldn't mind I would like for you to read it to the class." She asked as Yuki stood and walked to the front of the class. "Alright everyone, Mister Yuki has a poem that he will be reading for everyone today." The teacher said as Yuki cleared his throat. HE looked at his paper and stared for a second or two before smiling.
"Music's Moment
By: Yuki Sohma
Pull the bow along the
strings for softness
Slam on the keys for hardness
Tap the
drums like it was a beating heart
Blow the horn to bounce it off
the air
Toot the flute and hear it ring
Bring them together to
create the symphony
Hear it play the tunes of old and new
Do
you feel what music does to you?
How it makes you soul sing, and
keeps the heart beating.
Soft, hard, beating, bouncing, hear it,
create it.
This is the symphony.
Let us shape the symphony into the music of today.
Hear it in that one moment of suspense,
Dragging out that moment for eternity.
Listen to the music around you.
What do you hear?
Soft or hard, does it beat or bounce?
Do you hear it or are you actually listening.
Listening to the purity of the sound,
Let the sound and vibrations caress your mind.
Maybe then you will see the music and not just hear it."
Yuki Read as he finally figured out how to word it. He smiled as he looked up to the class. The teacher nodded and smiled as she clapped her hands along with the rest of the group. Yuki smiled and sat back down as the teacher sighed.
"What beautiful works you have Mister Sohma." The teacher sighed again as she left the spot she was at taking Yuki's work. Yuki sat for the rest of the class and read his book he brought.
R&R I did this out of bored most of the time like a lot of my other stories/poems what ever but hey.
