The soundtrack of my life
Is a forlorn hymn
Played skillfully on a violin.
The moon rises across the night sky
In time to the rhythm of those strings
Plucked to a Hebrew rhyme.

I love men who play the violin-
Especially when they're angels,
Standing in the middle of a park.
Unaware people pass by without
Thought of where or why this song
Is floating passed their ears.

But, I stop and listen,
Wait and listen,
And listen.

Until that song sinks in,
Passed the thickness of my skin-
Through the muscles and arteries-
Until those joyful notes dance around my
Organs- and they are one with my breath.
That is when a song makes sense,
When my life makes sense...
When this song called life makes sense.