'The Older The Violin ...'

January 2, 2024

Morphing through

the decades

leaning on our pasts

Brian, Paul, Van, and I

still living

loose and fast

The words have

deeper meaning

as melodies refrain

The end in view

but out of sight

—the magic preordained

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

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