On the Podium
As the maestro,
With melodic intention,
Directed the orchestra
Through movement
Inflection
His face told the story
Of the composition
It was one of feeling
Deep love
Through years of time
Always prevailing
But not without trials
The tribulations needed
To make the love
Worthwhile
It wasn’t until the finale
That I read the name
The composer
Was the maestro
One who lived with heart
Sharing with music
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