a raucous sound
lingered in the air--
a dissonant chord clashed,
evoking tension.
the black bow glided jerkily,
moving, as if possessed,
striking four-note chords
that echoed throughout the night.
a cacophony of pitches
erupted from the resonating chamber,
fueled by its player's anxiety.
piercing and projecting--
the animals barked in commiseration with it,
sharing in the outpouring, the agony
that so consumed life itself.
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"moving as if possessed"
ReplyDeletegod, that just says so much.