Convert the prose of NCERT Book ‘The Sound of music’ – Evelyn Glennie into a creative poem.
Answers
Answer:
Drums mark the rhythm
of the melting icicle and the dripping tap,
the interval between the beats decreasing with precision
as the tempo rises.
Music lives in the silent lines
raked into the gravel of the samurai garden,
echoes in the surge of shingle on the highland shore,
lingers in the attenuated note
of the distant sunlit horizon.
The percussionist plays the rusty xylophone
of farmyard scrap, the breeze ripples the puddled reflections
of the cowshed wall, shimmers the corrugations,
provides the visual score.
Smashed glass in the derelict warehouse
paints a crescendo of recent events, a static explosion,
the pigeon’s cooing in contrapuntal harmony
resounds from staircase and rafter,
the distant descant of metal sheets waving loosely
in the urban wind.
Mirrored glass distorts the urban architecture
into a cadenza of modernity,
chanting the times to unhearing ears,
to unseeing eyes.
The roots of rhythm are all about us,
music is within us,
in our blood,
in the fugue of our heart,
in our breathing,
our inspiration.
We are the sound
Thank you
I hope it will help you
Evelyn, the little budding musician
staying to play the piano with all her passion
Her name was called but she did n’t hear.
The whim-whams damage had bloodied her cognizance
Silence stretched, long hauls on, suffocatingly sick
Folks mocked, “ What! Really! Can a deaf play music? ”
But deaf are those who do n’t feel, do n’t care,
Not the bones who ’ve zeal and dare!!!
Without fighting the battle, she did n’t succumb to master,
For God had given her a different treat!
What we hear, she felt deep within
And let the musical swells flow there in
Her mind opened to sound and climate
Chinking her skin, creating sensations!
Music poured in through every part
Gradationally, she learned the godly art!
Her heroic spirit without a shade of proud
#SPJ2
Made her stage atop the crowd!
Evelyn came the topmost alleviation
Weaving perfection out of her defects!
Surpassing all the boundaries and impediment,
Thrashing all the exhausting obstacles!
After reading her tale, just suppose musketeers
What you can do and achieve, Oh see!
When silence knows how to work the piano keys!