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Music does wonderful things for the soul; and when a visual storyline dances to the right tune, the combination turns the experience into pure magic. This is one of the reasons why I delight so much in watching my Piano Man on stage—I already know his face, his hands, his heart… but every time I see him as part of an orchestra (at the piano or conducting), I get to know him anew.
I love to watch him while he practices for a new show (especially when he doesn’t know my eyes are on him). There is something warm and alive about the cadence shaping his face, ruling his shoulders, flexing his arms, stretching his fingers… just the right way.
I’ve gone to see my Piano Man perform several times these last few weeks, twice at Radio City Music Hall. First while he was at the keyboard, and then when he conducted. I was glad to have already seen this year’s show; for if I hadn’t, I would have missed most of the dancing. You see, my Wicked Luvs, since the orchestra spends almost the entire show in the pit, I found myself staring over my shoulder, eyes glued to a screen that showed the conductor.
not sure who took these
I watched his body—hands, arms, head and face—speak to woodwinds, brass, percussion and strings. “Be one with self and all,” his flesh and bones said. “Be guider of steps, kisser of ears, filler of hearts.” And they were… and he was.
like the sun on blooms,
with his music, my lover