Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The ORCHESTRA,"

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The ORCHESTRA."          

The ORCHESTRA.

...The Bitch on Oboe, Nipples-Oh-Susannah! stole the heart of the 1st. Violinist in the Orchestra. The Mezzo-Soprano, waiting for some big-wig celeb soprano to sing/fail, maybe steal her role, "knocked-up" by the Bassoon player, apparently, some rich kid, her "andante" still not yet showing? 

The "flake" Conductor" - La Dude who stands in Stage-front/the Tuxedo ICON who frantically waves his Arms all about - can take his Orchestral-GIRLIE-GOUPIE-PICK except HE'S GAY; he's in love with "drummer-boy" out back on "Kettles"!? (Big Drums.)

As for THE CHOIR, all FIFTY SINGING SOULS surrounding the Orchestra, belting it out IN FULL GUSTO but downright INCESTUOUS; can't tell the Fags from the Castratos? (Does it matter?) The ladies dilute all focus. Who can guess the Jazz between the Blues? (Put a LID on it?).

Yet orchestral backstage "fumbles" in taffeta & tuxedoes; who's 'a guessed twix "Oratorios" or an elongated "Fugue"? Panting in the Dressing Room! All Orchestras have their OWN requiem, that off-stage urgence, a performance to an adorning "Cavalcante" mask? Rameau's "Gallant Indians" comes to mind, History's Lotto! A yesterday's shadow.

...That Bitch on Oboe. Heartbroken, sounding ON my Fugal Horn. The whole wind section is in sympathy. Will I EVER fit into a Classical orchestra, a "COPY BAND" of yesterday's GENIUS, Beethoven, Mozart, all those cool Cats, ever again? Love, will U ever come back, like Music again? 

As for that GLANCE of POETRY no unique singer/artist cannot disguise, a beauty, an innocence from where they began shines on stage enveloped in Natures rhapsody. A kiss of death to surrounding mediocrity 'less they wear Salieri's crown.  

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/"Non baton/sans Tuxedo.".