My readied violin fits under my chin
Like a pillow under my sleepy head
I swiftly lay my bow carefully across the strings
Counting the beats as cello and bass play in unison
Their deep tones vibrating
Through the still bodies of their listeners
Five, six, seven, eight and
I begin
We begin
My bow glides effortlessly
As though I was wiping tears
away from a child's face
As though lips brush
the soft expanse of a pink cheek
A woman finding peace within her home
finding joy, elation
They sweep through me
I play this music
I make it mine
The orchestra diminuendos and I play louder
Enunciating my clipped bow strokes
My fingers working up and down the strings
Throwing my notes with meticulous precision
Following was a delicate melody
Soft angelic and powerful
My eyes close
Peaceful
The orchestra crescendos
playing with me
I lead them through
Leaping, swaying
The notes come to life
And we dance across them
Closing the song
like saying goodbye
to a close friend
I play softly and gently
A light whisper
The tweet of a high note
The last thing I hear is that note
A faded goodbye
I promise to say hello again
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