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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


(c)Sarah Potter, 1994

Dedicated to my musician husband,Victor, with love xxxx

Mr & Mrs in recital, 2008

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