It seems that Tennis and Violin are referenced together in quite of few posts. This inspired me to write this quirky poem.
Players in Common?
Whether it be a racquet with strings,
or an instrument that sings.
Both are wielded by players of higher standards.
Aiming for their optimal performance in reserved manner
The Game is almost like a duet, the server, the melody- returner the harmony.
Together showcases their talents, the opposition creates drama much like music theory
Technique is paramount and always the challenge.
Using different grips and strokes for them to manage.
Keeping with in the lines as of the notes on the bars.
Millimeters and milliseconds matter revealing their flaws.
Arrogance is somewhat expected, it sets the players apart.
Giving them their own “personality” performing true from their heart.
Opening a fresh can of balls (phissssed) is music to your ears.
Much like a set of new strings ringing clean and clear.
It’s quick response and resilience sweetens the sound.
The pop-bounce of the ball is crisper and higher is found.
Always looking ahead to keep you in time and in control.
Relying on muscle memory so the execution casually flow.
Paying close attention to where the notes and balls land.
Keeping game and music contained while the player in command.
One stroke from bow or racquet, determines the start and the end.
The points and notes in between is art in motion,
spectators take notice to commend.
Even still with the ending of every match or score.
Both players are looking forward to excel even more.
Making them exercise quirky drills while doing daily tasks.
Hoping nobody notices in bewilderment, approaches and asks.
Wielding bags and cases over shoulder -protecting their instruments,
from the extremes of ambient air and surrounding environments.
Where old tradition gets fitted with a new look by new students of both crafts.
Modern players seem to have more flash and be more visual by contrast.
Yet it is the old masters these students still try to emulate.
Some achieve success at it while others work harder as to concentrate.
But players of both schools is what keeps the game and artistry alive.
Displaying sportsmanship and musicians each with the common drive.
To capture that moment, that caliber of play "when you're in the zone".
I wrote this silly poem to free my inner thoughts, I'd like to think I'm not alone.
Previous entries: August 2012
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