The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Practicing
Philip Claude Andermann
Since she was a child
the pianist sought to make
color from black and white,
and sculpture whole new lives
from the inked score of a maestro composer
pouring into purity.
Conducted by her heart,
her hands danced on piano's black and white:
at times hammers of vast construction,
at times flowers in spring breeze that touched, too deep within.
Thousands of times she sought rainbows from her tears
so her maestro could grow greater and greater,
and each second offered celestial fireworks
of spectrum of notes melting into hearts,
(breathed life by rests of breath - unheard sobs and soaring laughter -,)
different for each of the thousands listening.
Each time she played, a thread wove each listener together with different hope,
and her heart poured out into every listener
that each listener might find the maestro
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