The bows gracefully thread the needle of each note head
As a slow somber music radiates from deep inside each instrument
The cello and bass pull underneath like a guiding current
Until the swell of violas and violins crashes willfully upon the rocks
Only to draw back and once again begin their purposeful ascent.
Off in the distance like a soft breeze a new idea floats nearer
Caught reluctantly in the tide it struggles to be heard
And like all worthy things is best found in the silences.
A stirring, as if the leaves of a tree caught the breeze just so for a moment
The lone violin trades longing sighs with the cello
A back and forth punctuated with a Greek chorus of strings
The clouds slowly pile upon the horizon, beckoning attention.
Storms begin to swirl beyond the edge of the sea and the surface begins to roil
Every measure is a gust, a gale, and every phrase a wave building, cresting,
Feel it within your heart, not as a beat, but as a flow
Forward again toward the shore, rising plaintively
A slow languishing denouement leaves us standing alone here on the beach
Catching our breath in the sunset.