HANDS FOR HANDEL!
White sleeves, white arms, against the black
And then, unbelievably,
The hands of the orchestra.
As goose feathers they waft and shudder
Against the mellow wood,
Against the warm bright wood of the violins.
As cats they pause on the cold keys,
Decorating bleak brick walls, making them glow.
As leaves scorched pale with sunshine
Fluttering to fall
They rest nervously upon the waiting brasses.
As the fingers of ladies taking tea
They coyly crook
Around the magic wand of the baton.
Then, suddenly, they swoop.
Human hands, majestic, vibrant, warm.
Hands for Handel!
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