Concert

From outside you could tell,

No one was prepared,

Each musician talked of their great knowledge,

But all we could hear was their haste,

Every one looked at the parts no more than once,

They all said it was elementary,

But what the audience heard was childish.

When it was over the crowd withered fast,

And the orchestra stayed for hours,

Each one angered with how they played,

Although, not one claimed fault for themselves,

Accusations were louder than anyone's confidence.

Everyone knew they were to blame,

Yet, nobody showed guilt.

When all were home,

They had the same intensions,

Compensate for the amateur act,

But everyone knew it was too late.

This was the thorn that would stay buried,

But months later, you could never tell it was there