The Chorale Conductor
She raises her arms
Stretches them toward a hundred voices
Beginning to work the sound.
She has been here before.
The muscles in her back and shoulders
Move to the rhythm she remembers.
Wrists and fingers working
A weaver of notes and timbre
Shaping chords of Gounod and Mendelssohn.
She pulls volume, stretches pitch
And molds the tone with fingers
Practiced in the art of taking sound from strangers,
Translating work of the masters
From printed page to ear to voice
For hearts and ears of generations after.
She raises her arms,
An artist weaving notes into a tapestry of sound.
*A tribute to Mary Lu Norris