from the 1993 performance - Yanni: Live at the Acropolis
Anticipating each half-note he brings
to life, her fingers stretch to find the grooves.
Perfection springs, as sound is bounced from strings,
then quickly as Baryshnikov, she moves.
His chords, a hurried sequence; devil's notes,
seduce her hand then challenge fast her bow
which glides across the bridge, the music floats
beyond the Parthenon, but so few know -
this duo, he in black and she in red,
sleek racing cars, fine-tuned, pumped full with fuel
who drive life into wood that's long been dead,
while savoring each aspect of the duel.
Smooth liquid notes of eighths slake all who thirst,
resounding Grecians, once again, are first.