Once upon a time
A talent blossomed from a hope
And wove its white-green shoots across my stumbling fingers
The uneven bowings soon grew smooth
Like soft weathered vines
On a garden trellis.
The desire grew,
And the tingling in my heart
Faded like a bud
As the pink, ripe fruit calmed the nervous beating
monitored by anxious eyes.
But winter came
And the ground grew cold.
Love lost in a numbing wind
took away the freedom.
the music, goosed-skinned and coarse,
and shriveling with the leaves,
fell uniformed to the chilled earth
waiting for the seeds of lost longing
to spring from the dry ground.