Tuesday, December 10, 2013

A Violin Concerto




After an absence
it is played,
the first few notes drawing
from me an ache
at once new and familiar,
silently playing all these years.

Mendelssohn Violin Concerto

4 comments:

L. Blogspeak, M.D. said...

Cha Sen's poem and photo are beautiful and remind me of the rewards of going in to our deepest parts to learn what might be silently and achingly playing.

Blogspeak

Steph said...

It seems to have touched you deeply.

Rebekah said...

Synaesthesia -- the look and sound of a violin in these words, this light, curvature, and texture.

Anonymous said...

The lovely Frau Mutter takes me far from my haunts in the James Alley,New Orleans.