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!
More musical magic here:
Lovely shot! Lovely words, as always!
Enjoy your day/evening -- I lose track!
Nicely done. My hands are clapping.
I LOVE the Messiah.
This 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.
Very interesting sculpture and poem!
Human hands, majestic hands and hands for Handel. Honestly this is delightful.
How wonderful! This is so perfectly H! Love it...
A lovely picture poem, and I almost hear the opening notes!
Very evocative - and I love the sculpture!
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