Tuesday, October 18, 2011

[Poem Share] Violinist

We don't see him
but we hear him.
Playing his music,
off the walls
down the vent,
behind the furniture,
in the closet,
outside, next to the door,
next to the window.


We can't see him
but we love hearing him,
and trying to find him.

2 comments:

  1. Yes, crickets love playing their music, but you can never find them; my wife and love playing "where is the cricket" it's a good 15min's of honest child-like fun :D

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