Hidden Garden Musician, Slocanada, 21 July 2018

The violinist was so good, so unexpectedly
Excellent against the backdrop of Goat Mountain
And rural clouds drifting from provincial wilderness,
That even in a village oddly rich with musicians,
Competent players, a summer music school,
This evening’s breeze and birdsong tuned
Themselves to her bow. The grass ruffled,
And the driftwood arranged among the flowers

Ached to become, if not alive, if not leafed out

Again, then something that sang in the hands.