Talent and Skill
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The mellow chords of a cello draw tears
as its bow vibrates a combo of strings.
For when that sound found its way to my ears,
it tore my heart apart and clipped my wings.
The violin, akin to the fiddle,
carries both cheers and fears within its pitch.
And, its strings probe my mind like a riddle
granted an hour of power to bewitch.
French horns, like brass thorns, both piercing and sharp,
float above each note, and I'm left reeling.
And the sweet bleat of a lingering harp
haunts and taunts with a heavenly feeling.
Orchestras, on the whole, leave me in awe,
every sound bound to a musician's will.
Perfect, and yet imperfect, like scrimshaw,
a way to convey both talent and skill.
(Internal Rhyme)
11-03-2020
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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