The Masters' hand
by Cari Anne Hahn

 

The Master strokes the Violin
music in the night, begins.
Softly, the Stradivarius sings
cradled, in the Master's hands.
The Violin's strings sing rapturously
against his firm caress.
He coaxes from the Instrument, harmony.
At his graceful fingertips
the Violin gives freely
their quiet audience, bliss.
Music rising, crashing, dripping ecstasy
leading to the next stanza.
They continue on
pounding, surging and swelling
leading to the final glorious aria.
Breathlessly, finally, they reach crescendo.
Too out of control for mere words.
Blessedly blending, fading to sweet pianissimo.
The Instrument satisfied, at last,
touched by the Master's hand.

 

Cari Anne Hahn

 

Cari is a freelance writer specializing in poetry and short feature articles. She is the editor/writer/owner of a monthly newsletter which deals with the subject of finding the humor in every day life situations. Her husband and two boys are wonderful for infusing her life with humorous insight ~ their antics are quite amusing. (Most days, anyhow!)

Cari is busily at work finishing her first book which she hopes to have completed and in the publishers hands by years end.