Music by Thomas Callaghan, Year 9 With instant, mesmerising reverberations, I’m away Far away in a dense soundscape of stories, Experiences, dreams, sensations It is unlike anything else of this world
Natural History by Jesse Sopade, Year 8 Then, all was calm The water lapped gently, and the animals lived in harmony Then, it was peace, A perfect balance of nature, a single, complete masterpiece Now, it is uneasy The sprits of those beasts who were once free Are restrained, restricted and dominated by humanity Now, it is crumbling The precious natural framework Being destroyed by one race of things Soon, it will be over Planet Earth used as if a children’s toy Soon, we will be naught but dust Humanity having enjoyed this pleasant toy for too long Time is unforgiving It does not stop, it is the whole, we are the fractions And if we don’t act before our section is finished We will be the victims of our own actions
Preludes of uncertainty by Joo Choo, Year 11 In the dim glow of the stage, The clarinet rests, a trembling friend, Silver keys gleam with polished shine, He checks each joint, each fragile keys a ritual born from a quiet need. The mouthpiece felt smooth against his lip his heartbeat quickens; his fingers slip. What if the notes should falter or stray? What if the melody drifts away? Doubt whispers low, a creeping fear. A haunting tune he does not want to hear. The crowd, though silent, looms so near, Each face a shadow, each gaze a spear. He twists the barrel, checks again with care, As pressure rises thick in the air. The keys are steady, the reed aligns, Yet still, the worry clouded his mind. A bead of sweat rolls down his brow, He breathes in deep, steadying now. The scent of wood, of oils past, He wonders if this show is his last. Fingers hover, poised to play, But fear wraps tight, it won’t fade away. Then comes a breath, a calm release, The clarinet, a voice of peace. With a single note, so soft and pure, A sound that makes the world seem sure. In that one tone, the doubts subside, And music flows where fear once lied.
With one carefree tune, I lie on a tranquil beach Balmy rays caressing my skin Lapping waves licking at my feet At once, a thunderous fanfare blares Tempestuous clouds converge As if it were boiling, the water lurches and bubbles, Smashing against the distraught bay A slow, march passes by Solemn figures, heads bowed Step by step, side by side Filing past in gloom and woe At the sound of a fugue, The mind races rampantly, Ideas whizzing like bullets In a mental battleground of subjects Music has a unique ability to transport us From the lowest, most despondent troughs To the greatest, most triumphant peaks Where does your music take you?
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