Mellisonant
The Steinway grand,
under warm hall lights,
expectant crowd, murmuring
reviewing the program:
Bach, Mozart, Beethoven
in the first half
Chopin, Debussy, and Prokofiev
in the second
and, lately, he has been playing
the Schubert as first encore
the hall lights dim,
the stage door open,
his confident footsteps,
a roar of applause
he bows, a hint of
that charming smile,
he sits at the piano,
the hall falls silent,
he lifts his hands
to the keyboard
and opens
a new universe
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That’s great!
Thank you very much, Wayne!
Love the scene you’ve created, and all the sound details, and that last stanza! Plus, I learned a new, lovely word: Mellisonant.
Thank you, Karen. It was a new word for me this morning, too! 🙂
Your poem makes me wish I were there
Thank you, Gaby!
Beautiful! I love the universe opening up at the end of poem.
Thank you, Linda!
Gasp! We all know that wonderful portal and you just flung the door wide open beautifully—-thank you—I love your poem!
Indeed! I’ve been audience member and performer many times–music is a kind of poetry. Thank you, Ann!
Very nicely done, Laura. What a build up, what an ending!
Thank you so much, Nancy!
love the ending!
Thank you, Mike!