The Brass and the Woodwinds

A Villanelle by Annie Claus.

Annie Claus

The brass and the woodwinds play to the beat

Each day we walk down the hall to the blasts

In I walk to hear the tapping of feet.

 

Years of playing and learning in my seat

Made each day effortless to forecast

The brass and the woodwinds play to the beat.

 

The days flew by and each were very neat

The end was near but ended in a contrast

In I walk to hear the tapping of feet.

 

School year ends frantically in complete

And now there are only memories passed

The brass and the woodwinds play to the beat.

 

The days spin round in my head on repeat

A mystery on how they passed so fast

In I walk to hear the tapping of feet.

 

Even though those days have ended incomplete

Remembrance will be with me ‘til the last

The brass and the woodwinds play to the beat

In I walk to hear the tapping of feet.