Violins are falling
from the sky. As they
tumble, the wind releases
deep music. This is how
love sounds to itself. This
is what it’s like to love
you. It’s a music that
can’t always be heard.
It makes me pour you
tea.
A Question to Walk With: Describe one feeling, one moment, one detail that rises in you today and what they open together.
This excerpt is from my book of poems, Elsewhere.
