& all

Written for the Piano Trio. 

Introducing an instrument
is unlike anything else,
the sounds must blend,
melt. Join. And 
from here I can see 
Soovin's fingers moving
to the vibrato and 
his arm pulling. pulsing 
notes from the wooden
violin tucked beneath
his chin.
 
Ignat's hands pass
over the ivory keys,
not like percussionist, but
like a father carressing
ailments from a
childgame bruised form. 
The notes he reads
are not words, but 
cues- art painted and
patterned, music inked. 
Music his fingers
are paused to spin. 

Carr's arms are
strong and they are
long, wrapped 'round 
his cello as if 
wrapped around a daughter
for one final, goodluck
dance. the colour
of cracking wood, of 
dirtsmudged hands and 
of hardwood floors
carrying Christmas shoes
carrying little girls
propped on daddy's knee.   

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• 1558 of 1952
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