The Maestro
Violins shrieking
Bach’s
piano keys quivering
Heavenly constellations
congregating in majestic order
The Maestro
benignly enters
In one hand
the power of creation
In the
other a broken heart
The beat of
the powwow drum palpitating
The moon in
quarter looking on with one ominous eye
In the darkness
the sun indiscernably resting
Proclamations
of Hallelujah the Magi joyously aver
At the
center of this magical story
A Child lays
resting, glowing in the manger
The whining
cello joins the ghosts of long ago
Giovanna d’Arco
unfolds as Verdi’s curtain ascends above the stage
The onset
of silence is heard throughout the night.
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
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