We rest upon a staff
Though we are not all old
Some of us walk, some of us run
And all the while, our story's told.
This is a riddle about notes on a musical staff. So we're not talking about a shepherd's staff, an office staff, or a staph infection. And it's not the walking or running of flesh and blood feet, but the pace of the whole notes, quarter notes, and eighth notes. We get the idea from this riddle that all music -- whether classical or contemporary or punk -- all of it has a story to tell. And it stirs to the in-most parts of its own unique audience.
My grandpa's face
Is brilliant orange
When the weather's warm.
(answer: see 8/6/11 piece)