violins converse

one to another

 

softly at first

 

getting steadily louder

as quivering bows

excite wild crescendos

 

floating down

 

gently down

 

ever down

 

into

our privacy of silence

 

where we wait

 

contemplate

 

concentrate

on cello's tentative entry

 

soft as a dove

 

a comforting hug

 

a reason for being

for seeing or hearing

 

an outreach of love.