Observations in Poetry and Pictures

Music in Our Souls


How could I not stare
at the violin section
whose music
ran through my spine.
My lips trembled
for want of taste
and my eyes closed

"What is it you feel?"
She asked,
this woman next to me.

"That it should touch your heart,"
I answered in a glimse
and closed my eyes
to lock within
the memory of a moment
about to disappear.