Cold Keys, Warm Art

Speak not of the bells
ringing out from the tower,
but the man with the power
of his feet and his fists
on the pedals and levers
at the top of the stair,
Speak of him, the lonely creator up there,
the carilloneur, for without him
few know that the bells would be silent,
like snow seeking only the depth
of precise calculation, undreaming of scale
measured only by music, by mind flight,
until he lifts the intangible veil,
releasing the art and the joy that they tell.
       ~

Author's Note

(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poem
using at least two words from those suggested. I
used six out of their list of seven:
*Alabaster
* Veil
* Tower
* Bells ringing
* Silent like snow
* Precise
* Depth)

Reviews

[Marie]

Why didn't you use alabaster?

[Dean]

Didn't have to according to their guidelines, plus ran out of personal ambition to do so...and fear that it might be an artificial rendering.

[Sami Khalil]

Art and the joy of creating go hand in hand. Whether poetry or music the effects ring a bell in some. The bells are silent until someone or something ring them true...Excellent, sir...:).......

[Dean]

Thanks, Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...............................

[Beccy]

Dean.
Clever use of those words and the title is so apt. I've seen these kind of challenges before and sometimes the result is a bit untidy, the placing of the words becoming more important than the structure of the poem. No so here, the message comes across loud and clear.

Beccy.

PS. Almost a full house and I bet you could have got away with using alabaster instead of intangible, (in the sense that alabaster is translucent and allows light, but not detailed shape to be seen.) In my weird thinking it sort of works. :) :)

[Dean]

Thanks, Beccy. Fun to have you thinking along with me.