Song to the Masters V: Tchaikovsky & Prokofiev

Art and music beyond war and borders,

Difference our only similarity not foreign;

On your stage share an all-moving story,

Expressive lows and highs of love and glory;

Tuneful melodies tell adventures plenty,

Take a leap as you spearhead more than identity.

Greetings, Mr. Tchaikovsky, ballet you’ve emboldened -

Childhood fantasy and winters dreamy none resistant;

Adulthood render in broken strings of heartbreak,

Picturesque composition high stakes illustrate;

To be what we are in nature by opening a heart,

Sensitive and colourful notes you know how to start.

My respects to you, Mr. Prokofiev,

Never taken aback by innovation’s risk or rift;

You mix palettes of art, poetry, and theatre,

Becoming without form but a form evocator;

Frontier of delight and denunciation coupled,

A repertoire of skills and countries traveled.

In you I heard our mutual stories,

Across hundreds of years find wonder and mysteries;

Each and every song song of freedom,

Each and every master master of discipline;

Break and bend what is considered normal,

Exult in propensity liberal, melody immortal.