The Cost of Comfort©Guy Kettelhack
Gallery Awakenings
Sometimes the evening gives gifts
Which ask that your senses take part
Your dreams require devotion
When you live in the city of art
On 50th in our Hell’s Kitchen
Doors open to wonderful sound
Orpheus gives invitation
I entered the gate that I found
Kettlehack, Rosner, and Glass
Gracing the gallery’s walls
New World Stages acting as host
Sweet music wafts through the halls
A maestro plays violin
A wizard graces the keys
Sonatas filling the canvas
With Handel and Mozart to please
The gilded age of Manhattan
Portrayed in ecstatic line
Monuments swimming in sunset
Ghosts timeless, present, divine
Present and past are all one
A poet transgressing our time
Eric can see the dimensions
Marvels aware and sublime
The heart of New York beats with jazz
Captured in flowing black ink
Pulsing with sensual vibration
This energy keeps us in sync
I’d like to lounge in these rooms
And melt with a Cognac in hand
Swoon to a sultry young mezzo
Experience Jonathan’s land
Magical, colorful faces
Embracing both joy and despair
Pouring out warmth and expression
One glance and you feel you’ve been there
Abstract, yet incredibly real
Love stories fluently told
The marriage of verse and desire
A marvelous Guy to behold
Act one seems like joy and confusion
The second might be a mirage
The third act opens up venues
In which one crafts the collage
This night took a most grateful turn
Such wonders that artists create
This is the perpetual motion
To which I want to relate
***
Theo van Joolen©2012
Which ask that your senses take part
Your dreams require devotion
When you live in the city of art
On 50th in our Hell’s Kitchen
Doors open to wonderful sound
Orpheus gives invitation
I entered the gate that I found
Kettlehack, Rosner, and Glass
Gracing the gallery’s walls
New World Stages acting as host
Sweet music wafts through the halls
A maestro plays violin
A wizard graces the keys
Sonatas filling the canvas
With Handel and Mozart to please
The gilded age of Manhattan
Portrayed in ecstatic line
Monuments swimming in sunset
Ghosts timeless, present, divine
Present and past are all one
A poet transgressing our time
Eric can see the dimensions
Marvels aware and sublime
The heart of New York beats with jazz
Captured in flowing black ink
Pulsing with sensual vibration
This energy keeps us in sync
I’d like to lounge in these rooms
And melt with a Cognac in hand
Swoon to a sultry young mezzo
Experience Jonathan’s land
Magical, colorful faces
Embracing both joy and despair
Pouring out warmth and expression
One glance and you feel you’ve been there
Abstract, yet incredibly real
Love stories fluently told
The marriage of verse and desire
A marvelous Guy to behold
Act one seems like joy and confusion
The second might be a mirage
The third act opens up venues
In which one crafts the collage
This night took a most grateful turn
Such wonders that artists create
This is the perpetual motion
To which I want to relate
***
Theo van Joolen©2012
Phillipw Duchemin Trio by Jonathan Glass
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Guy Kettelhack playing Mozart and Handel Sonatas. Photo by Social + Diarist