Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 22.0: July 19th, 2007
The Melody
by Belinda Roddie
"Maestro, if you please," the girl with golden curls
warmly teased the man. His face softened in grace.
As he struck his baton upon the stand, his hand
quivered very long, and one single note
rose to form a lump in every throat.
Then all at once, a wondrous melody
caressed each flounce of movement on the wing
and maestro moved like water as if entranced
in a Grecian dance, and caused each man to stir
and each girl like a cat to purr.
"Maestro, if you please," asked the girl with golden curls,
"what does it mean?"
The man resumed his dance, his face bright with a laugh,
but did not hesitate to answer what she asked:
"It doesn't mean a thing."
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since July 19th, 2007.
by Belinda Roddie
"Maestro, if you please," the girl with golden curls
warmly teased the man. His face softened in grace.
As he struck his baton upon the stand, his hand
quivered very long, and one single note
rose to form a lump in every throat.
Then all at once, a wondrous melody
caressed each flounce of movement on the wing
and maestro moved like water as if entranced
in a Grecian dance, and caused each man to stir
and each girl like a cat to purr.
"Maestro, if you please," asked the girl with golden curls,
"what does it mean?"
The man resumed his dance, his face bright with a laugh,
but did not hesitate to answer what she asked:
"It doesn't mean a thing."
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since July 19th, 2007.
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