POEM: 'Masno Concerto Showcase -- 2004'
Outfitted, all, in white & black,
How tense each chin! How straight each back!
And each musician’s eye upon
The cocked & steady white baton.
The orchestra begins to play,
And lo! the centuries melt away.
Bows arc, strings hum, lips purse, sticks drum--
The notes fly light and frolicsome.
Piano enters like a breeze,
Blurred fingers race across the keys--
Now tense, now strike, now gently flow,
Across a wide arpeggio.
Upswells a sigh; upwells a tear--
The notes enchant each listening ear,
The last chord sounding far too soon--
Heaven on a rainy afternoon.