A Master's Touch

A Master’s Touch

Nay, I say, keep the dogs at bay!

‘Tis not the howling of the wind

but rather the concert held within!

The piano whose voice it is that’s sent

is not to be faulted for the silence that’s rent

But rather the artist’s talent and poise

is what, instead, has created the noise.

‘Tis not the ship which throws you about,

but the waves beneath the bow to fault.

If the artist strokes the piano not,

and the ships flight upon the sea is stopped,

they are but instruments run aground

unable to give pleasure, movement or sound.

But with the right touch of a master’s hand

a piano can fly like a whole ragtime band!

Judi Opager