pencil vs. camera 66, by Ben Heine
Let it just be said
that I went up to do a one-nighter
with archangel Gabriel.
His embrasure breathes soul
into a Stradivarius trumpet
that he inherited from his father.
His fine bony fingers do the talking,
playing dolce and dolcissimo
to not intrude on the bird-chatter
of fluttering doves under
the canopy of the firmament.
Everything is stilled, when dancers
stop and listen to the liquid gold
of his chromatic glissando.
Later, he hits a double-high C,
but only a dog can hear.
His arrangement of Ciriciribin
is hummed and strummed
by every Venetian gondolier.
His radiant tunes are heard
by unseen ears on faraway stars.
Angels can’t sit still.
They must get up and dance.
Such lush music
reminds us all: We exist.
~ Milton P. Ehrlich
Milton P. Ehrlich is an 82-year-old psychologist who has published numerous poems in periodicals such as the Wisconsin Review, Toronto Quarterly Review, Antigonish Review, Shofar Literary Journal, Dream Fantasy International, Pegasus, Blue Collar Review, Chiron Review, Parnassus Literary Journal, Xanadu, Mobius, Christian Science Montor, and the New York Times.
