String Quartet
String Quartet
It is a mess at first
The bow strikes and glides across a single string and back again
The note wobbles for a moment
Then settles to a steady call
Joined then by the rocking and striated rhythms
Of another set of strings
And another
Then another
The tatters of sound assemble
Like clouds and squalls
Of a sea storm
Then silence before the storm
Slowly comes the rain
The thunder
The wind
Singing softly its message
We are awash in a sea
Of harmonies and melodies
Here it is useless to navigate
This storm will take us where it wills
Surrender is always
The best option
When accosted
By beauty
posted by Kim Williams at
7:46 PM
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