The Night I Played With An Orchestra

Hi all here is the long awaited poem about me playing with the orchestra. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think you will not hurt my feelings. I hope you enjoy it. And here it is.

The Night I Played With An Orchestra

I walk into the auditorium heart beating like a drum,
there seem to be a hundred seats, where a hundred
people will sit when they come.
                         
I go backstage cello in hand, I can hear people arriving,
there are musicians everywhere, I start feeling faint and
think this is not like playing in a band.


I make my way to my seat on stage, there are people
everywhere, I am feeling scared, I check to make sure
I am on the right page.


I warm up on my cello I play a few scales, everyone is
playing something different, it makes quite a weird sound,
the lights dim and I hope no one fails.


The conductor comes on stage and I know this is it, he
motions for us to begin, we played the first song well,
there was nothing to it.


We play one song then two and three, I feel quite confident
calm and cool, then all is silent and I wonder why, I gasp and
realize they are waiting for me!


I lay down my cello and walk toward the piano, my legs feel
weak I feel light headed, I am getting scared and very nervous,
but I need to do this more than you could know.


I sit at the piano my heart beating as if my chest it would break,
I play my piece and soon I am quite at ease, the conductor tells me
he is so proud, I take my bow and then my hand he does shake.


I go back to my seat and pick up my cello and bow, I sit and play
again feeling quite relieved, we start the last song and the end
is near I know.


We play the very last strain we take our bow and look around,
we see the audience on their feet they cheer us on and say
well done, what an amazing sound.


They ask for an encore but we have none to give, the conductor
thanks them for being there, he says "Peace be on your way,"
this will be a treasured memory as long as I shall live.


Once more I walk backstage and put my cello in its case, I go
to look for my friends and family, I see them standing there,
when I get to where they are they see a smile on my face.


I look once more at the stage where I just played, I see all
empty seats, I see the grand piano, I see a grand place where
a wonderful memory was made.


I turn and leave the greatest night ever, with a sigh of content
I walk out the door, don't know when I'll be back but this much is
true, the night I played with the orchestra I will remember forever.
                     

Camille Sterzer, 2012

Dad

He is the one that watched me play, He is the one who makes a blue sky from gray.

He is the one who picks me up, He is the one who helps when I'm stuck.

He is the one who does not see my faults, He is the one who likes to make malts.

He is the one who will walk me down the aisle, He is the one who makes me smile.

He is the one who gives advice, He is the one who always smells nice.

He is the one that I have always had, Who is he, he is my dad.

Camille Sterzer, 2012

Love

What is this thing I feel, what is this thing that is so real.
What is this thing that makes me feel warm inside, what is this thing that I cannot hide.
What is this thing that makes me want to fly, what is this thing that brightens the sky.
What is this thing that is everywhere, what is this thing that is in the air.
What is this thing that is soft as a dove, what is this thing it is love.

Camille Sterzer, 2012

Nine Eleven

Hi all here is my first poem for our new blog! Enjoy!

Nine Eleven

He was a firefighter big and strong, he fought fires all day long. On September eleven two thousand and one, he was sent to a fire that in the Twin Towers had begun.The air was hot, dusty and stale, as people passed him scared and pale. But he kept climbing right up to the top, for there was a fire that he must stop. When he got to the fire he was in for a shock, a moment later the tower began to tremble and rock. He began to hurry down to the ground, where his friends were safe and sound. Then the debris started falling on his head, and soon he knew he would be dead. He cried out to God, "Take care of my family, my children, my wife, and all of my friends who are a part of my life." The tower then fell down to the ground, where in the debris only a few were found. Many firefighters went in the towers were trapped and died, many a soul went to hell because from God no one can hide. But he was one of the blessed few who went to heaven, on that day we call Nine Eleven.

Camille Sterzer, 2011