HANDS FOR HANDEL!
White sleeves, white arms, against the black
And then, unbelievably,
Hands.
The hands of the orchestra.
Waiting.
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As goose feathers they waft and shudder
Against the mellow wood,
Against the warm bright wood of the violins.
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As cats they pause on the cold keys,
White cats
Decorating bleak brick walls, making them glow.
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As leaves scorched pale with sunshine
Fluttering to fall
They rest nervously upon the waiting brasses.
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As the fingers of ladies taking tea
They coyly crook
Around the magic wand of the baton.
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Then, suddenly, they swoop.
Human hands, majestic, vibrant, warm.
Hands for Handel!
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More musical magic here:
Lovely shot! Lovely words, as always!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day/evening -- I lose track!
Sylvia
Nicely done. My hands are clapping.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the Messiah.
ReplyDeleteThis so graphic I can almost hear the orchestra tuning up. What a wonderful verse for the letter H! It sounds as though you love a concert as much as I do.
ReplyDeleteHappy listening!
Very interesting sculpture and poem!
ReplyDeleteHuman hands, majestic hands and hands for Handel. Honestly this is delightful.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! This is so perfectly H! Love it...
ReplyDeleteA lovely picture poem, and I almost hear the opening notes!
ReplyDeletelovely poem!
ReplyDeleteVery evocative - and I love the sculpture!
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