Symphony
Nimble fingers glide across the strings
practiced notes turn instruction into muscle memory
dancing, the bow sounds out each note
on the ivory shore, breezy and remote
Clouds drift about, sun warm on the face
shrill cries of gulls, waves crash upon the sand to replace
the accompaniment of a piano, buzzing of brass,
the trill of flutes, percussion with salty seagrass
Each note calls, a yearning stirred, fulfilling a role
letting the music sing a symphony of the soul
that words would not convey
performed for flowers on a warm spring day
Copyright © Mara Heller | Year Posted 2023
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