He moves his baton and all of his instruments are playing nicely.

He loves the music and the music is for him.

The musicians are playing for him

The violins…

The harps…

The flouts…

He closes his eyes and always moves with the music

And they all play so nicely for him…

He sees with his heart but he feels with his mind

When he wants he moves his arms

And they play

When he wants he stop the music

 

So nicely

So simple

 

All together but yet so separately

So nice

So alone

All together maestro

 

The music plays the music stop

Does he say?

Does he want?

There is music by him for him

He seats in his dark

And he listen his music

 

And the baton in his hands

His precious power

And the music in his ears

His precious moments

He is never alone in his loneliness

Maestro and his music

His precious …silence