for Kay
I sensed you dancing twice in a row this
morning to my classical radio
station: the San Francisco Girls Chorus
shimmering Emerald Hummingbird. Beaux
Arts Trio loping through Saint-Saëns. Works of
constant motion yet delicate, balanced
with grace and harmony—ultimate love
of life flowing forth with seeming entranced
energy. I saw you in singers’ mellow
curved mouths, those artists’ sensitive, sure hands
caressing piano, violin, cello.
I smiled, thought of what we both understand:
We build our film libraries though we know
technology outmodes us. But we grow.
Roger Armbrust
May 5, 2010
