A bow drawn,

And I hold my breath.

A mouth opened,

And I pause,

Muscles frozen.



Move my soul.



As the mouth closes,

Around a note.

And the bow lowers

To the violin,

I breathe again, able to move.



Move my soul.



Tears trickle my cheeks,

As the piano calls out a story,

As the violin weeps,

I sob.



Move my soul.



When the cello moans

A lost love,

A found hope,

I gasp.



Move my soul.



My heart beats quickly,

My skin chills.

The mouth opens to a note,

The piano smiles,

And the song ends.



Move my soul.