So, in that spirit, I am sharing my poem, Maestro, with you. It is one of the poems in my poetry anthology, From 14 to 41. I wrote the poem years ago, when I was in college, but its message is timeless.
Sit back, relax and imagine me unfolding the piece of paper in my pocket and reading this aloud to you!
Play me like an instrument
That needs to be broken in.
Send your song straight through me
Whether piano, trumpet or violin.
I feel the opus rise within you.
The bass line is strong and low.
The introduction—smooth as the ivory
Your fingers tickle as they flow.
The first movement is bright and happy.
There are no blues sung in this song.
It’s as if heaven sent a chorus of angels to
Encourage the notes to float along.
Praise the Lord for this masterpiece—
A work of unparalleled beauty and grace.
Do not doubt its magnificence for a second.
See the mesmerized look on my face.
Ready for the second movement,
My body awaits the touch of your bow,
Surprised am I to hear instead
The melody meant for a piccolo.
From your lips I will taste it—
The sweet tune of your pounding heart.
From staccato leaps to longer-held notes,
I yield to your grand work of art.
With an abrupt change in rhythm,
The third movement drives in with elaborate flourish.
You conduct each note with gusto,
My soul—it does richly nourish.
Glowing from the warmth of your love,
A quiet interlude provides a few beats of rest.
My instrument trembles in anticipation.
Virtuoso, you are undoubtedly the best.
The final movement gradually swells.
You demand, “Crescendo, my only love!”
I dare not question. I readily comply,
While calling upon mighty God above.
Your fingertips find the perfect cadence—
My strings reverberate at your slightest caress.
Musician and instrument in concert—
Basking in the glow of our collaborative success.
Copyright © 2011 by Suzanne Purewal
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