The Ivory Baton

Tap, tap, tap.

“Let it begin,”
said the conductor,
as he tapped his
baton again.

White, like ivory,
it rapped the
music stand,
leaving a dent
for each beat spent
by the drum,
a timpani.

The shadow symphony
screamed in the dark,

“Bedlam! Cacophony!”

The conductor smiled
his manic grin,
as the chaos erupted
from the
reeds and winds.

The apex, pinnacle, and peak
reached by each
player, out of time,
out of key,
but the manic conductor
tapped his baton
through the
rise and fall

of his masterpiece…



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