Monday, January 6, 2014

Even on this Sunday night

Even on this Sunday night, after family dinner,
children gone home, dishes done; it's late,
she's tired.
she goes upstairs, reverently releasing the two clasps
to open the flute case, delicately sliding the head joint onto
the body, then the foot onto the two joined pieces.
she raises it to her lips and plays,
first softly and slowly Moon over Ruined Castle, 
faster through Madrigal and then fastest yet through
Sonate,
dishes long forgotten, the upcoming work week of 
no concern, only the sound and the feel of her flute
vibrating in her hands, everything falls away, eventually
even her flute drops to her side as she delicately 
separates the head joint from the body, then the foot,
reverently placing each piece into the velvet case, 
pressing closed the two clasps, click, click.
even this Sunday,  late at night, this ritual
that ends as the moon rises overhead into an
otherwise velvet dark night.

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