The Concert
At my desk
I am the conductor
Music in front of me
A composition waiting to be
Composed
Performed
The concert will begin
Momentarily
Just as my composition will begin
Momentarily
I take my seat
And posture myself
My ideas flowing
The paper becomes a stage
Where my thoughts perform
The conductor conducts
The orchestra
As I conduct
The paper
Into a work of art
Only I can make
Perfect
The concert has concluded
My baton is down
The composition
Is complete
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