one day
I will tell you in music
what I mean
and show
by the curve
of my bowed back
this violin
and wait
while you remember
and say
by this instrument—
listen
I will show you
the sound a bird means
singing
above her heart
pounding
too fast
for you to follow
while alive
and I will say gently
try baby
and for a moment
you will
and you will
try baby
still alive
(meaning what?)
then
you will know
what I mean
enough
for us to leave
and be still again
This poem stirs. The wording is concise (of course) and evocative. Music, the bird, the child, the sharing (showing) all move and bring the heart and mind to memory and to meaning.
Thank you, friend. : )
Wow. Whispers of soul
Thank you for hearing, friend.