A tribute poem written for Maestro Mitchell Klein, Conductor of the Peninsula Symphony Orchestra.
The poem is written in three “movements” to imitate a classical piece. The first movement is my experience of what it’s like to listen to a classical piece…a sort of day dream story. The second movement is taken from 30 years of programs Maestro Klein introduced. The last, third movement, is inspired by the scrap book the orchestra made to celebrate his 30th year.
I. Rhapsody in White Andante grazioso
Shhh….you can hear it…!
the silence of the snow-covered valley
a cathedral of ice crystals dazzle in sunlight~
the painter draws one curled note of a lone winter bird
waves his brush like a magic wand and
pixie dust particles prance across the stage
the players entranced, the house in a spell
a masterpiece begins to unfold
snow crystals sizzle as the sun moans its dominance
next, song birds string together their wake up calls
the morning horn, the violet flute, the flutter of clarinet
as the master paints like a wizard
directs the winter’s day transition from purity
to cinematic symphony unveiled
the oboe, a stroke of blue
the tint of a piccolo, the fractals of ice
the cymbal and brush across snare, the crunch of snow
the artist, this wizard, paints faster now!
dashes his brush
to catch the heart of the violas, the soul of the cellos
directs the the trace of the spider-legged trees, weighted by a rainbow of icicles.
in the background he beckons the bass to fill the sky with
a trail of smoke from a lonely farm house chimney
the painter, his passion is rhapsody now!
he will transform the scene yet further
not a sound will he make, not a whisper will leave his lips but his magic wand it waves and reaches
he speaks with his heart, his eyes
invisible tendrils reaching across his stage
from heart to heart, from focused eye to eye
a genesis is happening here that is inexplicable…
a village forms on the canvas in my mind’s eye, where there was only snow-covered countryside – a Viennese waltz breaks the ice
and listen! A parade of baroque, as shop keepers open their doors
the day as bright as Chopin!
Spring begins to bud as green as Verdi
and with it, romance, introduced with the grace of a choral harp
the young man sees his beloved and his devotion is conveyed in wordless ensemble: a Mendelssohn affair of the heart
the painting is complete with the lovers’ union
and as the sun sets on the magician’s canvas
the music dims to shadow.
the artist’s arm draws away
we are gently lifted down,
transformed by our journey through a symphonic tale
to find ourselves returned to the silence of snow.
II. Around the World in 30 Years Vivace, anima
instantly! time shifts, the magician-painter moves forward a century
we are welcomed with Appalachian Spring
we receive the gift of giddy Gershwin gliding gallantly into our golden ghettos
this artist is no longer a painter but an alchemist, channeling the colors, the shapes, the character and emotions of the unseen world into music
suddenly! a tango in 2/4 claps to a start, a young man precisely pulses with the woman in red to the heat of Spanish guitar on their heels…
this wizard with the magic paint brush goes offbeat now
he paints jaggedly, it’s a mystery, this jazz with xylophone hair and striped trumpets popping
this hypnotist, this magician, he takes us from medieval poetry and musical soirees
to red violins dancing in our heads
and layering Rachmaninoff’s fugues like rainbows
he takes us around the world a few times in 30 years
we time travel to illuminate Carmina Burana, chase Puccini butterflies across the room
peacock folk songs polka to Hungarian dances
with Ludwig rarely left behind
…there’s even room for Sesame Street
the parts breathe together: the stage, the canvas, the magician – They are One
the wizard’s eyes and wand beckon the magic light in every star on stage
he magnetizes his constellations to orbit in unison, to form galaxies of passion
to shine and radiate their genius
telepathically, they engage to create a collective intelligence
he imparts light and imagination with his beating heart
illuminating the soul of each piece
and fills the house with helium balloons of harmonies, counterparts and magic melody
III. It’s a Family Affair Adagio Amoroso
father’s son, with cello bow in hand
your baton dances like a ballerina
creative rhythms move through your body like electricity through conduit:
the light is ON
and you shine it on the audience, the soloists, musicians…everywhere
your careful eye, inspiring heart, and curious soul
delight with the birth of new talent
you mentor and tend the garden of the beginner, the veteran, the seeker
gently leading each soul you touch, bringing to bright light
the tap dancers, the howl of the didgeridoo, the taiko drummers and the cultured and colorful guests who pepper our stage and spice our music
even earthquakes can’t hold you back: the show DID go on!
Abracadabra! you pull a bouquet of measures from your collective stars on stage
some call your stage magic the Klein Phenomenon
you say, “Play very cello-ish”
when you raise your magic wand-baton you make time stand still-ish
you have the ear,
to hear the kindness and the beauty
one-of-a-kind innovator man
these are the lyrics written to you, Classy Glockenspiel
as confident as you are gentle, giving us 30 unforgettable years of unfailing grace
you patiently help us paint a masterpiece of musical splendor
encouraging ever-changing interpretation
you bring beauty, kindness and music into our lives
your gift for teaching and programming
is our gift of learning, creating.
Approachable Hero, you are gracious
you give us good humor, even in difficult moments
Magic Maestro, you have been PSO’s good fortune
Mitchell Klein, you are our beloved conductor and friend.
Thank you for 30 years of magic!
Learn more about the Peninsula Symphony at: http://peninsulasymphony.org/
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March 6, 2015 at 3:18 pm
Eve Visconti
Great to see the finished product! You should be proud, and Dan too.
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March 6, 2015 at 4:00 pm
Sarah Curtiss
Brilliant! As was your performance.
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March 6, 2015 at 4:01 pm
Sarah Curtiss
Reblogged this on Odds 'n Ends…the next generation.
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March 6, 2015 at 4:47 pm
Lori Kananack
That was ROCKIN!!!
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