Strings

Strings

A stringed instrument hangs on the wall

A strange thing

With markings in a language I don’t yet know

Or care to

So much.

The sound though

That sound

It runs through me like translucent leaf veins held up to the sky

Vivid - too bright

But gentle,

Tender lilt of alien tongue

Inside my mouth

As you

Oh you

Say things

I understand.

x Martha