Not wind through willow limbs that sing of rooted past,
but our first tunes, drummed upon catgut strings, cast
beyond early stirrings searching words to fit a melody
of earthly work, we find a moment’s worth of immortality.


4 responses to “THROUGH STRINGS

  1. Peter Notehelfer

    Music to my heart . . .


  2. Universal language, married with poetry, emerges a song like a butterfly from a cocoon.


  3. This time every year, I miss Elko….


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