The Hand Of Music Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

The hand of music...

Swift, sly

make the laugh,

force the cry,

reach into the deep.

Pass the poser,

for he is false.

The intelligent deceiver.

He

does not sing,
does not dance,
does not obey

The hand of music...

Dive into the depths.

Reality awaits.

She

holds

the tears,
the cheers,
the years...

A silent power

over him,

conducted by

the hand of music.

Awaken her by the touch...

Soft...

She will sing the love...

Singing it to him,

he will fall into her arms.

Hard...

She will dance the triumph...

A jubilant jive.

A wonderful waltz.

Teaching him grace.

Long...

She will cry the pain...

The real pain...

Passionately...

He will see her...

He will comfort her...

You control all...

You are powerful...

Teach him through her...

You are...

The hand of music.