Love Letter 73 bird violin

I have heard you play violin

whether you do or you don't

I have heard it
in a black pocket
with a silent band
and a sled dog
pulling
snow
up a brand new hill

I have heard you
winnowing
and pulling the tense bow
over the third string
in such a stirring silence
adulation
became
the only word I know

I have heard you
in the park
when the birds have gone south
unpack
that shapely tin
and pull out
the only word
left
in the world
now

I Love you
Your Beloved