Penetrating Notes MAG

By Elizabeth R., Wayland, MA

The notes flow out like water,
following each other hand in hand, mother and daughter,
suspended in the air like smoke,
silently dissipating once they provoke
the listener to tap his foot, his finger
to their beat as they silently linger.
But, motionless, he sits, quietly staring,
watching the notes fly above him, daring
themselves to go higher, faster, as if to tease,
trying to impress, trying to please.
And yet, he only stares straight
ahead, unable to let the notes penetrate,
but somehow beyond his control,
the notes find their way to his body, his soul.




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