Playing The Clarinet.

Goldfinch60



Well I picked it up again,

Had not played it for a while

But blew down it and the sound came,

A clear note was played.

Blew another note

And again, it was clear.

Put some music up

And played the notes,

And I played the tune.

What a surprise,

So out of practice

But the song was played.

Joy was in my heart

As I had started once more,

Started once more to play it,

To play my clarinet.

It will now be played,

Played every day

And Mozart will be happy

When I play his concerto,

Play his concerto once more.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2025 01:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: I used to play the clarinet in a clarinet choir and in a swing band many years ago, I pick it up occasionally but not very often but I felt I needed to play it again so played it yesterday for the first time for a while and got some decent notes out of it, they will improve as I will play every day from now on.
  • Category: Reflection
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