On Seeing Rafael Fruhbeck de Burgos Conduct During His 79th Year
We clapped because we thought
You might not make the short walk
From the stage door to the podium.
You were shrunken and shuffling
In your baggy black clothes and
A starched white butterfly hung
Loose round your fragile neck.
But you seemed determined.
You sat down scoreless,
Harangued the orchestra,
Caressed the air, and we
Heard joy in command of mighty
Sound, saw joy in making, shared
Joy that sustains bone and breath
Beyond the endurance of matter.
“On Seeing Rafael Fruhbeck de Burgos Conduct During His 79th Year” | Poems by Massey
February 24, 2013 by Peter Galen Massey