Tuesday, April 12, 2011

preparing for a recital

The bathroom,
the best place
 to practice
 my flute.
Resonance
 bouncing off 
the tiled walls
 provides
 a measure
 of fullness
to the tone,
 alas, 
a false sense 
of accomplishment.

I set up shop
close the door,
 occupied,
do not disturb
place 
my music stand
to catch the light 
on the score.

A few warm ups
 to get me focused
then begins
 the tedious dissection
of the recital piece
 phrase by phrase.