the sound of her heart

open heart

some six degrees of freedom away
closer in the beat, the silence between
now I know what she meant

she was a musical 20 something;
she liked to walk her dog
gave recitals until the car crash

she wrote a violin concerto in B minor
a homage to Brahms
the harmonics of the heart

under water in my bath
while pulling at the ridge scar on my chest
I can hear her violin somewhere in the distance

Reviews

[C. Harter Amos]

I'll echo the other reviews, this is so very sad. I don't doubt that a violin concerto in B minor would lodge itself somewhere in the heart. I liked both versions about equally as well. Both pull on the heart-strings thinking of the sweet, young girl' having to die, but it being the other person's reluctant gain.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This reminds me of the movie, "The Red Violin." Your words have a haunting melody as if you were the Paganini of Poetry.

Linda Marie

[Pema Dorje]

another version --

immersed in the warmth of my bath
a lifetime away in each beat closer than silence
no one tells you anything about the donor --

She'd probably be a musical 20 something
wrote a violin concerto in B minor;
the harmonics of the heart

the kind who enjoyed walks in the park with her dog
watched snow fall gently against the glow of street lights
a silent gift in the darkness of night

I close my eyes and fade away
pulling at the ridge scar on my chest
listening to her violin somewhere in the distance

[Touché Armada]

Very sad, soft and beautifully embracing in the most personal sort of way.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very sad and haunting write... beautifully done.