Musician In The Rain - Robert Doisneau,
provided as a prompt by Tess
for this week's Mag 203
A Musician Waits Curbside
Her sweet harmony
echoes like mist from over
the edge of my soul.
The cello I take
with me most places I go
has been all around
the world even more
than I have because you gave
her to me used, aged
by better players
than I.
The bowed strings evoke
all her songs each time.
If I have to wait
in the rain I will cover
her sooner than me.
January 19, 2014 11:08 AM
...and she will forever live!
ReplyDeleteah love this line:
ReplyDelete"aged by better players than I."
There are certainly a myriad of better players than I... That was a very easy line to write.
DeleteI agree with kathe w. that line rox so many sox
ReplyDeleteChristopher, this is beautiful ... cello music transports me to another realm, as did your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes. Cellos deserve all due care given them by doting musicians.
DeleteYou conveyed his love beautifully...
ReplyDeleteLove the poignancy of those last lines.
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Gentlemanly poetic! Lucky cello. My Cheaper Half would sooner hold the umbrella over his own head!!
ReplyDeleteOuch
DeleteOh how lovely!
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