Minuscule multicolored pieces
Insignificant on their own, but jointly extraordinary
The simple placement of inanimate objects brings life to the scene
Blues and greens are laid in a blended divide
Tones of earth dance around a pop of spirited red
Beautiful sounds of vibrating strings,
Send orchestrated signals across the land
For where is the origin of the musical cry
To whom may seduce those wandering ears
Movement by land, water, and sky
Yet all paths merge into a central locus
Many have completed the trek,
Sitting in sweet serenity with attention focused on the art
Personal identities masked by wonder,
All indifferent to the other, yet connected by one
Others are quick to approach in the distance
Swiftly gliding through the air with intent
Mother earth shows her delight through layers of molten rock
The musician sits comfortably in the midst of the chaos
Open and warm to the audience,
Their bow completes its final note and is raised to the sky
Eyes travel across the tool and up towards the heavens
Performance for those greater,
A show in devotion to a home above
Liaison between both walks of life
Meeting grounds of power,
Both divine and those who claim to be
Using temporal power and physical proximity,
They are perhaps in solidarity with the mythical
Secondary connections are made through the power of music
The living and the dead have the luxury of sound like no other
Never before have they heard a thing so grand
Never before have you seen a story so exquisite
Encapsulated by a framing meander
Borders lead to truncated views
Where the repeated motifs end, imagination begins
(Galeria Borghese 6/5/19, Marcello Provenzale, Orfeo, 1608)
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