They opened the show with the sound
of an ancient violin, a variation
from the usual fanfare on coronet.

That piercing siren song split me
open, like a hammer, right between
my eyes, where now, a full

five minutes later
the ache is only just
beginning to recede.

My mother plays a violin,
and I dread the day when
I will no longer hear

that sound,

and not

break down

in tears.

25 Jan 2015

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