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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY Her hand’s swan-like dance, ivory shadow puppets romance. Hungarian rhapsody. The musician sans existence as emotive fingers move imaginary marionettes with splendiferous precision. Drama drops onto piano keys occasionally taking a gentle stroll then in sensuous sway, sashaying like an exotic dancer. The musician plucks and plinks as if with chameleonic charm, like an angel playing a harp. Her fingers fast walk the keyboard then resound tremulous keys. (The audience swoons, spooned by a rapturous torrent that enters the heart, strokes and kisses the yearning flesh, like the taste and feel of brandy, burning and tantalizing in breathlessness) The musician’s slender fingers now strum along in gaiety, like paramours on the streets of Paris, Springtime in the air. Palms nearly rest upon silent keys as if two lovers lay back upon a bed with puffs of smoke. Dawn’s crescendo, with peaks of happiness reside upon streets of ebony and ivory. Life’s serendipitous monologue begins once more with foreboding or adventure or both. Is there loneliness upon this crest for what has happenstance brought, are they star-crossed? Do we see the sun and the moon racing through their pulse — days of birth and mourning? (The blond marionette in concert black seems to be mesmerized or hypnotized by the muse of music. She’s like a dream on a performance stage. Practiced in illumination of flame. She releases the arrow and the audience brightens up like a chandelier with clinking and brilliant crystal pieces) Happiness once again but with ferocious fervor sends the keys to a heavenly place - to ears, to mind, to soul...a cheer of a great parade, and then the shivering of climatic peak, followed by a lullaby of dreams - we imagine a newborn wrapped up in a life well-lived. The darling gal still doesn’t give up the ghost but plays and plays...can you hear the needle stuck at the vinyl’s end...spending all love gives? Only the Creator Himself can lift the arm and carry the musician still incubating all her charm. 3/19/2018
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