The Unlikely Maestro – Tropfest New York 2013 Winner

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Link to the Music Composer Here!!

Today’s tale begins in a mid-town landmark,

Uptown from Times Square,

Downtown from the park,

Above subway cars loud,

Under skyscrapers tall,

Is the most hallowed space of Carnegie Hall,

Now this is a story that seems hard to believe,

But it is true as the truth,

And as real as can be.

The Unlikely Maestro

Just atop the grand stage of Carnegie Hall,

Lives a kindhearted rat,

Who answers to Paul,

And unlike all the rest of Paul’s rodent kin,

a love of fine music lives deep inside him.

Yes the sonatas of Mozart and Bach’s harmonys,

Make Paul feel alive,

Make him weak at the knees.

Paul loved music so much that he took up conducting,

But he learned from a school of Russian instructing.

All across New York City our rat hero conducts,

To the tunes of the subways,

Of taxis,

And trucks.

From the beats of the day,

To the notes of the nights,

each sound of the city,

gave Paul such delight.

Then one day as Paul walked down 51st street,

when a poster above him made his heart skip a beat.

The world’s top conductor,

Gustav The Great,

was to play in New York,

Paul could hardly wait.

This man was Paul’s hero,

A real god-like figure,

That Paul had admired since his days in the litter.

So the elderly Russian arrived into town,

 With twelve bags in town,

And his trade-mark frown.

Paul dressed to the 9’s,

Almost to the 10’s,

And his face was a smile,

End to the end.

And so Gustav appeared and the audience gazed,

As the 90-year-old hobbled onto the stage.

But before the first note, or the chance to be heard,

He coughed, and he spluttered,

He moaned and he slurred,

And he grabbed at his chest,

And did show his age,

and promptly dropped dead,

Right there,

On the stage.

The audience gasped,

An oboe was too fainted,

the loveliest of evenings,

looked most certainly tainted.

 The silence so silent,

Not one soul said a word,

Then the strangest of feelings deep inside,

Paul stirred,

He thought,

“Hold on a minute,

Could this really be?

The grandest of chances,

for them to watch me?”

So Paul took the moment,

Breathed in,

Looked around,

And he grabbed his baton,

And fell to the ground.

And proving to all that dreams can be lived,

Paul made the stage sing,

And made the night his.

To himself and the city,

Paul showed it was so,

That such beauty would come from,

An Unlikely Maestro.

 

 

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