Vincent O'Connor

Sonata

Vincent O'Connor
Sonata

Sunset streams
in shafts of light
through cracks
in tattered window shades.

In a corner
palsied hands
make tender love
to polished spruce and ebony.

Quivering strings sow trills
that whirl and tumble
gracefully
through the air
finally falling
to saturate wearied carpet.

For a moment
memories of concertos
echo
from empty walls.

© 2010 by Vincent O’Connor. All rights reserved.
First published in Talking Stick 19
Photo by Joel Wyncott on Unsplash