There it sat in front of us,
The new music for us to play,
A duet for two clarinets.
Our instruments went to our mouths,
And the notes were played,
My wife playing first clarinet
And myself second.
Not brilliant as it was our first attempt,
Suddenly it went wrong.
“You’re wrong!” she said,
“I am not! I replied.
So we started again,
A bit better this second time
Until it all went wrong again,
In the same place.
“What are you doing” she said,
With a raised voice,
“I am playing what’s written”
I replied strongly,
“You can’t be! I am playing what is written,
It must be you!”
“No it must be you!” I shouted.
We studied the music
And realised that we were both
Playing what was written,
The music was wrong,
An extra beat had been put in
To the bar of the second clarinet,
And this was the cause
Of all our trouble.
We were both right,
Peace was restored.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some years ago my wife and I both played clarinet (I eventually went to trumpet) and we duetted with our clarinets.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write Gold.
Wonderful that you could both play a musical instrument together and that you have that memory!
THANKS UNCLE ANDY ~ Love the Liquorice Stick and it is the only "non-stringed" instrument I have attempted. I gave it away last year to a Music Student who could not afford the £100 for decent second hand instrument. Hes making good progress. Angela & I plya guitar together and sing Country Music after a jar of scrumpy ! Love the story of JOYCE & Yourself bot simultaneously RIGHT & WRONG it Happens. Please check ANGELAS VITAMIN POEM ~ she has managed to slip JOHN WILLIAMS in playing CAVATINA ~ BEAUTIFUL ! Every Blessing ~ ANGELA sends her LOVE to JOYCE 🧡🧡🧡🧡
How's the 1066 prep at your end?!
The joys of life and the passion of music (even when it starts less harmoniously), a great poem and a great memory you've shared. When a poem is written from the heart, there is no good, bad or indifferent. It's an emotion, an experience shared and I look forward to reading more 😊
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