Symphony Score for My Ex-Boyfriend: Day 5

I

This will be the first movement

Take the stage with a humble bow

Look at the concertmaster with blue eyes she can trust

Gently tap your baton to the ictus

You'll want to keep the pulse steady like a clock

Keep the melody sweet and proud

II

This one will heat up

You might have to take off your tailcoat

Lift your hands higher, higher

Until the choir sounds like heaven

Think Handel's "Messiah"

And butterflies in your tummy

You must depart from the podium

In favor of the percussion section

Come backstage

Ring my body like a bell

III

This will be the most romantic of waltzes

The audience will begin to yawn

There is nothing you can do about it

Aunt Nancy will whisper in the front row

"This guy's no Bernstein"

But the crowd will be patient

During this unstylish dance

IV

Now this is the movement

where you will fall apart

As the cellos ignore your frantically waving hands

A double bass will lose its endpin

And the splintering wood will come crashing to the stage

The melody here will be your scream

As you obliterate the choir

As you toss the baton

Aiming for a clarinetist's eye

Yes this is when the crowd might begin to stand up

And say "let's go to the movies."

Prompt: "Finally, today’s (optional) prompt is inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante. First, pick a notation from the first column below. Then, pick a musical genre from the second column. Finally, pick at least one word from the third column. Now write a poem that takes inspiration from your musical genre and notation, and uses the word or words you picked from the third column." Chart found here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-12/