The Concert

    as befits a priest before his god,
the young cellist lifts his head
    and searches the faces of the orchestra.

They are agreed, and with a nod
he flies into the opening tempest.

The singing strings thrill our hearts, catching our breath
    at the sweet song.

The duet builds, violin speaking
    cello and orchestra answer.
Each catch the other’s phrase
    ardently responding.

The strings’ full voice
    fills all the space,
hangs in the air
    before our wild applause.

Lari Smith

Venice 4/94