He Tunes Me Like a Violin
He tunes me
like a violin,
orchestral
in his movements,
silent as music
still to be played.
Alone in my room,
fingers twitching slightly,
I pray
for a bow
and a sign
from the maestro
when to begin.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at February 16, 2010 12:14 AM
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