Something I Wrote That You Might Not Have Read
I watch her. I'm boundless
Though she doesn't know. She suspects
At times. Looks around
A buzz in her head that she shakes away and returns
To the flurry of her hands.
White flash. Slaps on leather.
When she stops, her shoulders sob. The effort.
Instruments in her lap. Shaking, she presses them there
Afraid of what they've done, amazed at what they do.
Worlds she's made. Will she's bled.
I watch her return. Her eyes strain amidst the blizzard.
She can't see me.
I beg her to look.