Scott Simpson · Poetry
The Composer’s Face
Use For Kindling · source pages 56
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Source page 56
The Composer’s Face
It was not the music, though
the music was hers.
It was not the orchestra, though
their breath bowed to her page.
It was her face— lit, like kindling
in a windless flame—
that said: This is mine. This moment.
This music. This learning.
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