String Wound in Love
I do listen to the best,
for they will bring you to me,
the soft melodic harmony,
a painful resonant memory.
There can be a sudden rise,
an emphasis that speaks
like eyes in water surfaced cries,
our sounds are sweet in wise.
When I think of her,
on a glorious autumn day,
I know our past is defined,
yet I do still seek my way.
For it is that just a notion
a thought when love in all
its certain splendor
can easily overcome my fear.
She does in sorrowful composition
bring peace to my confusion,
there is love I know it does exist,
when while finding her eyes I weep.
I listen to the chords of a violin
masterful in designed state of mind,
I hear the soft patter of raindrops outside,
remind me of the calling shadows nearby.
Yet I will this sonata listen with intent
for the pleasure it evokes so well meant.