Up the sidewalk hugged by snow banks <br />a small girl with violin walks towards me, <br />stepping soft pizzicato on the wet path. <br /> <br />We are two solos passing glances- <br />hers brace silver strings nascent in sunlight, <br />mine smiles pianissimo with weathered ivories. <br /> <br />Our music curves in different spheres- <br />mine, the melancholy smoke in dusky halls, <br />in hers, wonder echoes tomorrow's promise. <br /> <br />With evanescent nods, we wend our ways- <br />an arpeggio urgency bows the wondrous, <br />my steps diminuendo in the distance.<br /><br />Phillip Michael Sawatzky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-solos-passing/
