painting sound
from the air
as a sweep of his arm lifts the violins over our heads
and his wrist drops cello into our laps
as the flutes drift in between his shoulder arcs
and a punch
lands the bass drum – bu-Bum
oboe is plucked up by his fingers as his head nods the violas closer
closer
and he sinks down into the quiet notes
cresCENDO
he stands tip-toe
drawing in the choir
.
close your eyes and still, his conducting dance
so vividly visible, wrapped in the notes, weaving into your soul
.
ENCHANTING IMAGERY.
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Oh. Like this very much. Lovely.
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Thank you!
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