the music

I watched a show to see a Steinway built,
from timber yard to Carnegie Hall
with all the craft the art and hands,
how the maestro feels the fit
with the touch of it.

Then I caught Maxim,
heard him play before his friends
at home,
Rhakmaninov and Paganini,
I felt it like the first time,
as tears rolled down my face
to the beauty of his violin.

I thought of you
the softness of the understate
the strength meant by that,
and the music that you set
to me.