killing me softly

and i heard the lovely sounds of his saxophone.
and then the clarinets melded softly into the background,
before her skilled fingers massaged notes out of the
old trumpet.

and wood struck the snare softly
with the strongest precision an amateur could muster,
racing with the speed of the conductor's baton.

the flutes fly up to take their place
piercing through the gently throbbing
sounds of the tuba.

she who coaxes a singing voice of her french horn
and she who glides the words that speak
even as they struggle out of the trombone.

i watch as the baton falls,
and my eyes
falling softly too
killing me softly too....