The Conductor

His hands move through the air
touching nothing but the heart.
The voices blend to answer as if one
and yet each part
with powerful gentility
allowed by him to shine.
His hands now plead, demand, cajole
reshape, transform,refine
this present for the muted ones
who cannot join the song but
with a sweeping motion
he invites them come along.
Their voices are not lifted up
but souls and spirits soar
The weary, hurting, lonely, lost
are given hope once more.