He was a man who never wrote
down a chord or a note
He never played on a flute
or a horn
But he'd worked through the
night 'neath the glare of a light
As the balcony slowly took
form
And he designed every door,
every ceiling and floor
And he could see every last
curtain call
He was the man who took all
the hope in his heart
And he put it into Carnegie
Hall
He framed his ideas as a painter
would frame
A painting suspended in time
He'd laid out dimensions in
phase after phase
As a poet would layout a rhyme
He was a man who never danced
he never sang
He'd never spoken a line in
a movie or show
But he could hear every pause
and every round of applause
As his imagination let go
And he put all his dreams
into girders and beams
And spotlights that hung on
a wall
He was a man who had a gift
and it came to be known
As a building called Carnegie
Hall
© 1981 Elmer Hawkes
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