From Palimpsest to Glory: The Music of Florence Price

In Ouachita's tales, where pine needles sigh. I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown. Silvered river forgotten secrets float by And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now. A flame ignites, dispelling shadows deep, A beacon for lost souls on twilight's rim. Forgotten songs within my spirit leap, A lullaby for weary hearts, I hymn. Florence, Our palimpsest where sun-kissed tones reside. Her heart brimming with melody's themes. Her dreams suddenly, wonderfully take flight on notes both fierce and wide. Her life is like a shooting star of strength etched upon the sky is her beautiful face. Her memories always linger, just like That clinging grapevine. A constant conflicting notes of a much, much harsher time. Traversing Bach's majestic score, I learn the language of ascending keys. A path unfurled. My mother's voice an oboe's seraphic burn, Bridges earth and sky, a beacon in the world. With anthems rising, praise songs upon the air. I find my voice, for it is a note entwined in deeper prayer. To the halls of Boston, where music's spirit thrives. My passion guides me - Oh,’ a relentless tide. I am a woman hued where marble coldly strives. I etch my name… where prejudice once vied. My gift, my voice / ascends beneath the vaulted dome. A symphony unveiled, a soul to call my own. Silence descends a weight upon my soul. Unplayed notes quiver, a stifled mournful sound. But spirit unbroken, I reach for a new goal. African rhythms course – Lay a fertile ground. Their ongoing rebel beat defies the stifling hush A variegated web – come where sorrow and joy rush. The blues, is just a weeping willow's mournful sigh. Knitted with laughter - a timeless promising spread. Of cotton fields and trains that onward fly. Of love's embrace, and hearts both lost and bred. Folk melodies, a future yet unseen. A raven, wise and strong, on hope's dark wings convene. Then dawns a day, where victory takes flight. My music soars, bathed in a most resplendent light. The Wanamaker prize, a long-awaited right. The first of all, her name written in luminous glory. Across the land, on wings of melody's band My music dances, accepted by a grateful hand. There were many shattered barriers, a pathway carved with care. For dreamers yet to come a legacy I must share. Though stories shift, the spirit’s truth lingers there. A whispered promise, on a soulful, hopeful air. In every soaring note her essence majestically takes its flight. Her amazing testament to unblemished courage bathed in hope's warm and eternal light. So let my music freely flow, a symphony unbound. A song for dreamers, where hope's sweet notes resound. With resilience as my shield, and passion as my guide. The world's a stage, where all our voices confide. This is her story in music language. Florence Price, Her voice, Her heart, Her amazing spirit to behold. May her music linger While listening to her radiant refrain. The memory of her courage and resilience an everlasting and glorious strain.