Concert in Colored Tones

His fingers pull the strings

and each rings a call out,

A single voice, then two,

mingle and flood the air.

Paired together, forever

I've waited to hear them.

Her with delicate bow,

sew the notes like seedlings

the lead sings.

Him with a jump in his hands

that lands on the down beat,

down go the feet.

The final colored tones, the bones

of music, spread to the edge

of the spectrum. I'm left on a ledge

of sound, the ground unsteady

and my feet telling me to leap.

I just might.