# # # The Concert (Senyru Collection) Poem by Sonya Florentino

THE COMPOSER
the song in his head
will not stop playing until
he puts them to rest


THE CONDUCTOR
the orchestra waits
his baton cuts the silence
music fills the air


THE VIRTUOSO
he played the guitar
with such dexterous fingers
she could not escape


HARMONY
they met through music
immediately struck a chord
and found harmony


HEARTSTRINGS
sometimes it happens
the right note at the right time
music and magic