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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