Literary (Submission): Stradivarius
For a painter paints his imaginings
On canvas and paper
Let me paint my longing
Upon silence
Let me spill my sadness
Across music sheets
Let them tear their way
Across the staffs
Let my agony dance
In between sharps and flats
My tears reflected
On 16th notes and stops
And as I bring
My sadness into life
I hope you see
The cause of my strife
As I glide my bow
Upon these four strings
May you feel the melancholy
That you brought
As the melody steadies
May you hear how I felt
As I look at you
As you look in my eyes
As the hum goes to piano
May you feel that night
When I last held your hand
And it was quiet
Nothing but the hum
Of the shining stars themselves
And the soft beats
Now unsynchronized
As the tune goes andante
May you hear
The flow of my tears
While the night starts to fade
As pitch heightens
And my fingers skim across the fingerboard
May you hear the sound of broken glass
Akin to breaking hearts
Let my fortissimo
Upon the thickest string
Mask the flat—
As you fade along with the night
As the timbre goes somber
And the yearning goes to a resolve
I hope you hear me, my angel
From up there where you belong
