I really can't remember where this one came up. It might have been when we had a sub in French, and I got super bored so I started writing poems. In fact, all but the director poem of all the poems I am posting right now were written at this time I think. The star poem occurred that morning, but I didn't write it down until French. One more after this and then my updates for today are over.
The music starts
The rhythm lifts
Depression ceases
To exist
A strong bass line
The harmony swells
The melody
And counter line grows
The sounds and tones
Meld together
A block of steel
Turned to soft new leather
A brass long note
Opens to a woodwind run
The latest song
Is almost done
The entire band
Drifts to a melody
The lowest parts
The only harmony
The drumline holds
A steady tempo
Clicks and rolls
In the background
The music soon
Dulls to a whisper
The entire band
Marches forward
Growing louder
As they charge
An emotional moment
That hits their hearts
The last note rings
Across the stadium
The audience gives
A standing ovation
And as you wake
Up from the dream
You say "good job"
To your team