The tall timber lightly listed,
and the old man, shutting down his menacing saw
with a flick of his thumb took several steps back
as the crisp crack
resonated through the depth of forest
permeating all with its clarity.
The solid spruce boldly cried out one last time
with a significant roar rushing headlong toward the ground
to embrace a new path, a new journey.
The old man, feeling a tinge of remorse,
wiped the sweat from his forehead
as he walked slowly over to the fallen giant.
Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.
At the mill, another man, a caring man
gently runs his hand along the smooth tight grain.
He smiles, and the craftsman's eye gleams.
This was a fine piece of wood, he thought to himself.
A caring man, he would take this wood home.
He would give this wood life.
With the care and passion of Cristofori of Italy,
the craftsman let lay his patterns on the wood,
tracing there every nuance and subtle curve.
He will pour his very soul into this wood
to give it life
as so many he has before.
Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.
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Iron, carbon and silicon, carbon steel glowing bright
radiance of the sun as it pours into the sand, into the cast
so much stronger this way
for it is so that
longer pianos with longer strings
have better sound and little inharmonicity.
Delicious, lustrous layers of satin black
lay on thick, gleaming like candy
sealing tightly a hardened finish.
The master’s hands polish brightly
every metric measure of
this his tour de force.
Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.
In the artist’s room
dark and filled with creative gloom
she searches hard for but a single note.
It must follow an accidental sharp
stepping up a single semitone
and help to match her soulful moan.
Her fleshy fingers tease and
then appease hitting hard the ivory keys
striking felt hammered chords
that vibrate then the steely strings
and bring to life
this timber’s lucid dreams.
Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.
G. Thomas Edwards |
