A lone drum enters, stage right :
Rata-tat-tat-tata-tat-tat-tata-tat,
A solemn cadence of impending doom.
Then quickly, quickly, ever so quickly
It rolls in expectant glory & scurries along.
Enter, stage left, a string of piccolos,
Glissando to the heart.
Buzzing along in a flurried frenzy,
They disappear, just a quickly as they come.
Bassoon, low & deep;
Reverberates, shakes, stirs,
But never appears beyond the curtain.
It lingers. It wounds.
Trumpets bray, gallop triumphantly;
Overblown, overworked,
Then gone….
To be continued in the next edition
(yet to be seen).
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