These few weeks have rested me a tremendous lot
But, I'm walking into a musical block yet again
I've got no music coming to me, no flow of inspiration.
Sorry, Bob, the birds have flown
There's no flogging this dead horse anymore
but hope upon hope, tis pointless to assume
that suddenly up and about music around me flow
i fear the composer's dead, or at worst, slumbering
its the 1st time i saw the composition questions in the past year papers
and blanked out.
the only ones that doesn't bore me are the orchestral scores
and Corelli, i curse you and your trio sonatas,
they're already bad enough without having to torment me with figured bass
I want my music to be grand!
maybe a string quartet.
but not brass. i loathe brass.
too boastful and pushy.
maybe woodwind? but ah, the clarinets, how they bother me
with their pithy transpositions.
I suppose I'll remain
the Master of Strings.
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