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A poem I wrote to describe how I think singing should be. |
Sing By Lazar As the fourth period ends, I gather up my supplies. I enter a room, A room that I’ve learned to love. A room that takes my breath away daily. The bell rings, class begins. My friends and I start up the scale to the sound of the piano. My voice is low, All the men start to sing lower, In a way that sounds so harmonious. That perfectly contrasts with the large group of girls, Singing higher then you can imagine. We take out a song, A song I love the most. The chords play from the piano, A beautiful sound erupts, My throat feels strong as times pass. It starts to get stronger over time. As school ends, yet again, I don’t leave the school, But I enter a room. A room I’ve learned to love. It takes my breath away daily. We all sing to the piano, All my friends and I. We leave the room. I start to hear a song, A song I love the most. The chords play from the piano. I step forward and let my mind take over. Spotlight and all, I sing stronger then ever before. The crowd claps with amazement, As I step back from the microphone, With all the happiness in the world, As I sing with the group, And my solo ends. |