Cold Keys, Warm Art

(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poem using at least two words from those suggested. I used six out of their list of seven: *Alabaster * Veil * Tower * Bells ringing * Silent like snow * Precise * Depth) Cold Keys, Warm Art Speak not of the bells ringing out from the tower, but the man with the power of his feet and his fists on the pedals and levers at the top of the stair, Speak of him, the lonely creator up there, the carilloneur, for without him few know that the bells would be silent, like snow seeking only the depth of precise calculation, undreaming of scale measured only by music, by mind flight, until he lifts the intangible veil, releasing the art and the joy that they tell. ~