Girl With Violin
A middle aged man at his mail box
On a muggy spring day
Two bills, an advertisement
His routine is broken
By music
He looks up the street
Two houses away on the other side
A girl much younger than him
Sits on her porch steps
And plays on her violin
A melody much older than him
He's seen her around the neighborhood
Seen the sparkle of her chocolate eyes
And the youthful glow of her apple cheeks
But he's never heard her giggle
She plays with gravity and focus he has never known
Her music becomes all there is for her
There is little else for him
Her mournful tune adds strange joy to an ordinary day
He finally breaks away
(There are dishes to be done inside)
As he walks to his front door
An upward movement of her bow
Sends a buoyant half note
Ascending to the heavens
