we tried to love the symphony seldom played

From the archive, a poem about playing in an orchestra. If recollection serves me correctly, we may have been rehearsing a seldom performed Tchaikovsky symphony. My ongoing relationship with music has also inspired: And a – a poem with a boogie woogie beat Nightstar of Sirius – written during a jazz concert We stayed up late and

What we were all thinking

We hammered it in the sforzando bits, chiselled it to master tempi, phrased it gently where the lilt shone through. While counting down the repeats we tried to love the symphony seldom played. It was our oboist who noted during the tea and smoke break: the favourites remain the favourites for a reason — In