I Am A Fiddle


an instrument of peace
my heart sound the notes
that run through the fingers
of the one hand that
finds the points,

while the other,
holding the bow,
slides along the string
to sound the notes in my ears

I see the scales float
before my eyes, and I play
the notes I see, while
my ears hear the right tones

as the notes imprint themselves
onto my skin and penetrate deeply
into my bloodstream flowing
to my belly and down to my toes,

that tap the notes to keep
track of the beat, while my belly
dances with my lower limbs
to the rhythm of the sound of music.

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