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."