symphony
the music hums in my toes
as the synchronous
bows send shivers to my nose
I know what it means to be
caught up in a sea
of beauty
the undulating whispers
of taught strings disperse
and then, as rehearsed,
reform into a sound
that shakes the ground
(photo of "Fantaisie" by Georges Hue, copyright Ludwig Masters Publications)
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