Philidelphia
If one scene upon a screen could chill the spine
The rare and raw emotion soars the mind
It crawls into the skin of Andrew Beckett
Gaunt, pale, a shell, by thread he clings
A man betrayed my those who lack compassion
In a world that slithers cold and lusts with hate
Inside his private world lives grace unfolding
Although such mortal fate breathes deathly close
While living each moment tethered to a pole
He shares beloved music from his soul
And hopes he helps a new deaf friend to hear
With such beauty, the essence...he hopes to share
Open his heart to what is perfect and pure?
The magnificence!! Oh how it speaks of tragedy's past
Such brilliance! Her voice....that captures the fire!
"Listen....as she cries out in anguish and pain!
Hear how the strings bring forth the feeling of rain
And that cello so sacred...Oh! hear the spirit of sorrow!"
"Does your heart become swollen, as the music unfolds?
Close your eyes, did you hear it?? Ahh...yes...I see in your eyes
Oh! How life is divine.... you are witness to mine...
Oh the lyrics..."La Mamma Morta"....oh, the rapture unwinds...."
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Tom Hanks performance in "PHILADELPHIA"
(My favorite scene of all time...with Denzel Washington
as they listen to Maria Calas sing "La mamma morta". Check it out on You Tube...
(you tube site: Philadelphia..La Mamma Morta)
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