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
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
