Yuja Wang in the Year of the Dragon – Brooke Watson 2024

I hear the heavy final breathing as completion

Draws the great composer’s mind

From the final black ink notes Into eternal blessed sleep

 

And too I hear the clack and thunder of a thousand horses

Dreaming through the misted ages

Bearing fearlessly their precious burden across the centuries

Until at last - As if by some invisible heavenly direction

Those tender childish woman hands reach out And

Draw his blood alive again:

His mighty spirit woken and now bursting out across our fragile moments

How can this be?

 

How can this tiny powerhouse crack open the black ink courses with such purity;

Where Saint Cecelia offers up her motes of love

Where Her Beauty dances in amongst those black ink notes

That is where Her Beauty is now shining through those tender woman hands

Her own young Beauty Adorning the ancient breath

Adorning the light - and liberating love’s true soul once more -

A tender musicians hands shaping love’s spirit on god’s distant shore.