Words In the Key of Life
These are just words:
Teacher and student,
Maestro and estudiante, and in
Life’s great song you are a but a precious
Fifteen notes in the
Monterrey of Mexico and I, some
Fifty sonatas in the waiting room of ever afters, where
Chords get harder to play in
English,
Espanol or even
Swahili, for that matter.
So this much I know: the
Great Conductor cannot miss the
Forever smile and wondrous lilt
Leaping
Endless, boundless, hate less into the
Joy you caress when he hears the
Lullaby of your
Sanguine youth.
Oh Yes! Let someone sing
“Maestro” and another
“Student”, and let too
Mozart waltz to
Shakespeare’s sonnets and
Handel serenade Cervantes, and when glorious
Bach opens heaven’s door to recite Senor Paz’s
“No More Cliches”,
Let’s join hands for the
Grand Concerto.
For I once met a man whose tongue,
Trilling with verse,
Taught me:
“Words are but
Melody in the symphony of the
Soul."
Copyright © Jeff Troyer | Year Posted 2012
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