Where the Bow Meets the String

 

I hear you whisper and tell me you love me,

that I’ve been brave, but it’s time to move on–

so go hear the music, let it uplift you

carry you forward, get lost in the song...

 

Swaying so gently, just like the first time

the season was changing–I believe it was Spring;

the spark in your eyes, the warmth of your smile

we were lost in the moment, 

where the bow meets the string.

 

Time keeps advancing, giving and taking

and sometimes it takes things we don’t want to lose.

We heal ‘cause we have to, can’t dwell in the darkness

we’re called to move forward, and so we must choose.

 

As I sway to the music I remember the first time

I know you’re beside me, feel the brush of your wings

and somehow it feels right, that all will be all right;

and we’ll find each other

where the bow meets the string.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2023