Yo-Yo Ma

Can words inspire music

or does music inspire words?

One the antithesis of the other,

yet in one man both reside.

Commanding in presence,

accompanied by a voice,

controlled, passionate and rhythmic;

each with a resounding cadence.

Persuasive the tone that tugs

deeply plucking at heart and mind,

leading and opening a pathway

to delve deeper and to impress.

Bach in his genius captured,

released in reflection of Yo-Yo Ma.

The soul soars silently cries awaken

released and sings aloud.

The dream conveyed becomes the reality.

Lyric lines merge and reverberate.

The garden synchronises in tone,

the season’s cloak carries its tune.

Waves flow across the landscape,

ripplets pulse and reach out.

Branches and brush sway

moved by the invisible.

Fingers play, fondly and firmly.

Steel vibrates and notation

Majestically blends with the bow

Casting a presence.

Man, the Musician, the Master!

Untouched by the ungodly,

linked to the cosmic thought

encompasses nature in being!

The Artist, the most exceptional,

the consummate musician of supreme spirit

conceived with an imagination

the concept of the divine.

It is privilege to stand in the Hall of the Angels.

Within the confines of an earthly preceptor.

Here we may feel and appreciate,

God’s gift, the gift of Yo-Yo Ma.

Will George ©  2003