The Pianist
What mighty form envelopes ivory keys,
As tempting stage demands temerity,
Will virtue spring from hands as small as these
So practiced to achieve dexterity?
In each new age a genius redesigns
The pleasing counterpoint to God’s rejoice,
He reads the music found between the lines,
As Master’s hand engenders a new voice.
Let technical achievement spread your wings,
Fulfilling promise offered by the notes--
Embrace the rush that live performance brings,
And ride upon the love that art promotes.
How transient the resonating den--
Tomorrow you create it all again.
Tomorrow's blog: Turkish Carpet Ride
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