Friday, 2 April 2021

To The String

Day 2



Simple fingers to the string

What a little thing

to cultivate, unreal as it is;

not to be seen or touched

but felt, enduring,

where so much else appears scutched,

and with the heat to bite

or bear aloft, under a wing.

With resolve now starved of light,

and curiosity a root-bound thing,

Music is a canopy. Tomorrow

it may intercept the sun

or be a gateway to the stars.






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