HOLST: A GIFTED SOUL
He was a great musician
Steeped in Tradition
Supportive parents,
Helped his common sense
Neuritis electrified his hand
It was a good thing
he could join a band.
Trombone playing uphill and down
Oh Never to see him as a clown!
He was paid to play
So he could spend his day
Composing Masterpieces
Concentrating his energy
Using his shyness practically
Finally,
Invited to teach
He gave his best self to push the reach
of his talented students.
All young women players
Performing with all their flairs
It fulfilled him in ways he never knew before
What he never figured was in store
His trip to Spain
Excited his brain
About a new subject
Learning to dissect
Theosophy
Astronomy
Astrology
Erupted in a new work
Ideas left to lurk
Fame, Fortune, Recognition
Was his new identification
Still shy
He wished to be left to try
his hand at new pieces
And now we have no traces
Of his original spaces
Except we continue to perform
"The Planets" in its complete form
And his fame will live on
long after we are
ALL GONE!!
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