British Horn Society (BHS) Festival, Cardiff - Nov'12


Poor Me (A French Horn's Lament):

I am a thing of beauty, of that there is no doubt,
But after our trip out today, I’m feeling quite put out.

He took me to a gathering, of horns from far and near,
I was much admired and handled, but played, not well I fear.

A nasty case of stage-fright, amongst the great and good,
I looked around in awe and thought, “I’m only made of wood!”

What chance against these beauties, that play their tunes so well?
I really tried my hardest, how sad that I should fail.

But, he learnt much about my faults, my failings and my flaws,
If now he makes another, I’ll have helped him after all.