‘See the Music’ and Other Poetry by Joe Tessitore

See the Music

Mysterious the inner eye
that hears the dancers flying by
across the stage in grand jete’
as woodwind, horn and cello play

And there, just barely in the wings
the graceful ballerina sings
the song of butterfly and swan
to the pirouette of the baton

See the music! hear the dance!
alchemy of pure romance
transforming even sound and sight
into an ever-new delight

Ballerina Moth

A tiny ballerina moth
in costume made of fairy cloth
danced around a brilliant light
on each and every Summer night

She leaped and paused and fluttered and spun
on a stage as bright as the noonday sun
and all who saw her were impressed –
her dancing was the very best

And when the Autumn leaves did fall
she made her final curtain call
like all who danced before the light
and will again next Summer night

Leaves

We dance but for a moment
swirling in the Autumn breeze
and beneath a snowy blanket
there we spend the Winter freeze

Bursting forth again in Springtime
over valley, wood and glade
and we all join hands in Summer
we the canopy of shade

Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.