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