pull
ing
music
from
the strings,
like you’re climbing
a jagged mountain ledge.
you stumble over the events
of your day, dragging the bow
behind you. forcing
your way ac-
ross the page,
you shove your
fingers onto the strings.
to coax every note, is what
you tell yourself. not cap-
turing them, while you relish the
deepening calluses. you’re not af-
raid to bleed, because you know it’s
music that will flow from your
veins, egged on by your
heart, drawn out
by your
b
o
w
ing
music
from
the strings,
like you’re climbing
a jagged mountain ledge.
you stumble over the events
of your day, dragging the bow
behind you. forcing
your way ac-
ross the page,
you shove your
fingers onto the strings.
to coax every note, is what
you tell yourself. not cap-
turing them, while you relish the
deepening calluses. you’re not af-
raid to bleed, because you know it’s
music that will flow from your
veins, egged on by your
heart, drawn out
by your
b
o
w
