Orchestra

The pointer is up
And conductor is poised
And isn't expecting
This type of noise
His plans were so simple
But now covered in sweat
As the "musician" blares on
His awkward trumpet

The cymbals now clash
The crowd jumps with a start
It seems just as if
They all forgot the first part
Of the beautiful music
They were all meant to play
I guess it just slipped their minds
To practice that day

A painful disturbance
The pianist is making
The crowd now stands up
Such a beating they're taking
It is terrible enough
To make a grown person cry
As the flutist suddenly groans
And immediately dies

But one musician remains poised.

He waited patiently still
Without the ruckus distracting
He wouldn't react
To the others contracting
Then the pandemonium ceased
The crowd leaving, was staying
As the lone violinist
Began with his playing

It was a pouring of heart
Some just wont understand
The precision, the beauty
The moving of his right hand

One cant help but just listen
If you don't want to, you must
Because it's the only true way
To be free and to trust

The people were moved
clapping in awe, very loudly
And the violinist bowed
And gave thanks to them proudly.

In the end was applause
For the performer, a win
Because he didn't give in
To the myriad of sin.