Ken's Poetry

Guitar Orchestra Concert

You do your plucking,
we do pencil sucking.
There’s not much difference
between music and verse
and who’s to say which is better,
which is worse?

You struggle to keep tune
we struggle to rhyme,
the crotchets and quavers
that slip through your fingers
have form without meaning,
wild tune that lingers.

We have to match the word with the song
who is to say which is right and which wrong.
Together we stand on the bright stage
putting ourselves to the test,
turn up the volume, turn down the fear,
breathe deeply and give of our best.

And those that come (those that can afford)
will they bring silence, or will they applaud?