He
waves the bow ever so lightly,
a wand,
wielding the magic of music
as
it arcs into auditorium air,
a
white dove soaring into darkness.
His
soul, alight with the knowledge
of
God transmuted into bars and
notes,
he imagines and then plays
Vivaldi,
Haydn, Bach and Saint Saens,
Dvorak,
Beethoven, Brahms and Debussy,
Chopin,
Rachmaninoff, Beatles and E.L.O.,
Aerosmith,
Cream and Smashing Pumpkins,
classical
jazz rock bluegrass folk it pours from
his
soul, alight with the knowledge
of
God transmuted into bars and
notes.
Illustration: Cello Player, acrylic on
canvas by R.G.
Alvarado (2002).
6 comments:
What an awesome form of worship! I wish I could play a musical instrument. But God spreads out His gifts and talents, no one has them all. So glad we can listen to others play : )
Another great work Glynn!
Quite a repertoire.
expressions of grace...
Glynn, so beautiful. I was there, I could hear the music.
The mood shifts with a cello. It always calls for deeper feeling and thought. This poem simply lays out the different genres of music a cello can influence. Nice.
What a lovely vision.
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