The conductor
of a silent symphony,
you led your imagined lines
through scores of movements
until the sculpted air
could hold its breath no more,
until the patient canvas
begged for your baton
to brush the mute melody
into the imagery of tone
that echoes still from the eye
of their maestro, medium, magician
of paper, pen and pencil,
of scissors, knife, and hand,
of color, line, and air.

© Charles Ghigna

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