The Violinist

What I don’t understand

I only listen to.

What are you thinking of

when you play?

 

Do you relive

the composer’s days

as though you were him

in another place and time?

 

Or do you see yourself

in every note, traveling

through not-so-distant memories

of a friend,

family,

a lost love,

a stranger

or of being all alone?

 

Can you still feel pain

on the tips of your calloused fingers

or does the song

make you forget?

 

What are you thinking of

when you play the last note

and put down your bow?

 

I can only wonder

as I sit and wait to see you play

 and perhaps go where you are

at the sound of your strings.

rbp 07.27.11

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