Often I’ve sat in deep meditation
my thoughts rising and setting to your strings,
losing myself between your lilting chords,
my soul’s wings beating to your cadence.

As the cellos pulled their lone notes along
an even path, I escaped my bonds
and found I had eyes in every cell
of my being, seeing more than I could take.

Then you paused and I could sense the heat
the tightened cat-gut evoked from the string
and it warmed my heart to hear the friction
transcend physics and turn into beauty.

Your eleventh opus inspired this
fourteen line sonnet with the deepest joy.

Daniel Kolos