This poem was born when I looked out of my "office" window late in the evening and noticed that the sky was turning purple and that it was a particularly windy evening. Everything just fell into place and so, I present the conductor of today's piece ...
Conductor - 31 Mar 13
Stage is set
Purple backdrop lowered
Orchestra plays the overture
The sequin stars shine
Upon the chorus
As the dancers take their places
For a moment
The conductor stands
Arms upraised ~ motionless
Then a flurry of wind
Shakes the branches
And the dancers take flight
I Love it when Muse suggests that I look in a certain direction and offers a word of inspiration.