Between the strings he touches me
And gently guides my hands
Across the bow he pierces me
With erudite commands
His deeper tone arouses me
Sublime symphonic bliss
Crescendantly, in harmony
Could heaven sing like this?
Subtle as a note of grace
With saintly resonance
he orchestrates my baser notes
conducting my advance
Between the strings he reaches me
so rapt I tremol-o
But O' that I could strike a chord
And he would be my beau....
Yvonne Rautenbach
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-teacher-2/
