Author Latayne C. Scott shared an old poem of hers on the group writing blog "Novel Matters" today. I've become friends in the last couple of years with some musicians of the sort that it's a privilige just to listen to the practice. I appreciate this poem.
OPUS ENVY
I watch his fingers
Teasing the piano
As he caresses the ivory teeth
It purrrrrrrs
Harder now – he strikes
A glancing blow off the black fang
An answering roar
ah Rachmaninoff
just because my soul is not in
my fingertips does not
mean I do not have one
1 comment:
Well, I have no rhythm but I do love being quoted! Thank you!
Latayne C Scot
www.latayne.com
novelmatters.blogspot.com
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