Sitting in Orchestra

As the music starts playing around me
I sit down to start writing this poem.
I will hope that it works for tomorrow
while I edit it back at my home.

The violas are playing so loudly,
and the cellists are moving their bows.
The flutes sound like they need more practice,
and the tympanist taps his toes.

This Brahm's movement needs no trombonist,
so I sit here listening to the sound.
I'll turn in this paper tomorrow.
I hope the A's in my grade will abound.