Here Comes Treble: Triumph Over C haos
Here Comes Treble
By Isabel Bradley
250. Triumph over Chaos.
We were a weekend away from our first trio recital of the year, and thoroughly enjoyed our final rehearsal. Music rang joyously through the house, and concentration was intense.
Later, as we packed our instruments away, Peta-Ann said, “No-one would believe what happens during a rehearsal, would they?”
And so a poem was born:
Rehearsal
We tune our instruments,
A discord of scraping and blowing,
Then launch into Haydn,
Piano rippling,
‘cello and flute adding colour;
And the dog in the corner twitches
And silent smells waft under wrinkling noses…
Gaubert’s sinuous sounds weave about us,
and the telephone rings,
harsh and insistent, then stops,
disappointed, neglected…
and the maid sweeps the staircase,
dust billowing,
and the flautist sneezes …
Kuhlau, gorgeous and rich,
Music pouring from all three instruments,
And the page-turner’s cell-phone rings
At least ten times – ignored;
And outside the weekly refuse-removal,
Shrill whistles and dogs barking
and bins banging a counterpoint.
And from behind the dog’s head on the carpet,
Stalks
A Parktown prawn – great red-brown mole-cricket,
Like an alien intent on disruption.
But, undeterred, we play on –
Concentration overcomes all!
Until next time…. ‘here comes Treble!’
The End
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Saturday, 22 January 2011 by Isabel Bradley
