Tendrils of a violin solo
lure me to the river-bank,
to a bench above the water,
solitary on the brink.
Shafts of light obliquely span
my shoulders, tenuously reaching
for the current's braided tendons,
bridged by vocal chords of strings.
Echelons and skeins of notes
fibrillate and flow and float;
peremptory, a phone shrills a command,
the music falters, chokes.
I notice that the rigid planks
are hard as bare, unscripted staves;
the moment dissipates like smoke -
I rise, released to take my stroll.