Grief Untitled #3

A low note
With a deep stroke
Of the bow, vibrations
Coming off the strings
Lingering in the air
More deep strokes
Bass vibration climbing
Rich tones like sinking in
Warm water falling into
Memory of love
Palm on your chest
I feel the rhythm
Of your heart
Beat never misses
A stroke, a note
Lingering high notes
Flutter like butterflies
Buoyed on base wind
Deep sounds, vibrations
Carry aloft light as
As feathers you pluck
From the ground
You run
And the rhythm of steps
And notes is two, three, four
The strings cry
Each note
A breath
In and out
Inseparable from the next
A low note
A deep stroke of the bow
Fading sound

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