a breath

of crying violin on cello membranes

spinning around my head 

to wet filled eyelets

strumming heartless strings

rising up, bringing closer

up under a delicate chin,

a bow

drawn across a breast heaving,

to a ledge so close to dropping off,

posing delicate

now a quiet impasse

letting the edge go.

varying key to soft then growing, 

again, 

to an impasse 

impossible 

to describe,

orchestrally.