Bow Upon String

DesertWords

Glide, beautiful bow, across the waiting strings,

softly at first, caress the waking sounds,

timid sounds, reluctant to be revealed.

Gently, bow, ever so gently.

Feel the notes quiver at the marriage

of bow and string, shimmering sounds that

come from the belly of the exquisite instrument,

the consummation of creative embrace.

 

O, breathless moment, as notes accept the

beautiful inevitability of combination, connection,

until soundless voids echo, vibrate;

all that is dry and lifeless blossoms in the creative

mix of note embracing note, linking, losing individual

identity, willingly, joyfully

to become the nectar of angels.

 

Now, bow.  Now.  Move with passionate precision.

Thrust and parry.  Dance upon the strings

until they release the last ounce of

life’s luxury and necessity.

Give us bread to sustain,

wine to fill vacant chalices.

A swallow of the sacred.

O, magnificent bow, flood

the soul of the universe.

Make Music.

 

 

 

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2023 09:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Parisab

    Patiently built the action, to be release! Very succinct and a beautiful read…



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