Suggests manifest, evident, radiant ---
'burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman
candles exploding like spiders across the stars' Jack Kerouac
He walks along in personal space
- now - worry a lot,
because there’s a violin case in his left hand.
You never know what’s in a case like that!?
The man stands up and grunts, and starts.
He lightens up strings
as if Bach is here, now,
in present tense: string-tense: a sigh.
Hear sixty three repeating bases,
stabbing a bow;
of melody, rhythm and chord,
like Hopkins he springs
grief is Bach’s pain!
Alone! And hear his bent-arm pull
being scratched by a touch:
A solitary man gyrates
and puppets in dance,
grieving, he’s busy,
- a lonely string screams.
It’s unexpected – Bach’s wife’s death.
Let’s grieve like a Bach;
screech in a bow-string,
But Bach is up now – lifting now,
Play us to ecstasy:
Heaven - and Earth!
Has anything changed since that breath?
A man and his bow,
back in its case, away, walking away
from personal space – now.