Maestro: a poem for Valentine’s Day

On full swell and with abundant stops out

you ensnared me in your fortissimo

with the ebullience of a maestro

who has not a semi-quaver of doubt.

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You knew a moderate tune would bore me

when I required my body and spirit

to augment into a frenetic fit

of diatonic notes exempt from key.

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I watched your broad hands plough the ivory

and sow seeds of possession in each note,

the linen wings of your surplice afloat

as you caroused in tonal rivalry.

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Leaning to turn pages, I felt your breath

tease my ear in a capriccio dare

and smelled wood-smoke and incense in your hair

so I ached somewhere between life and death.

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As an infinite note trapped between staves,

I became a part of your concerto

oft played presto and seldom larghetto

in a passion of agitato waves.

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(c)Sarah Potter, 1994

Dedicated to my musician husband,Victor, with love xxxx

Mr & Mrs in recital, 2008