immersed in the warmth of my bath
a lifetime away in each beat closer than silence
no one tells you anything about the donor --1
She'd probably be a musical 20 something
wrote a violin concerto in B minor;
the harmonics of the heart2
the kind who enjoyed walks in the park with her dog
watched snow fall gently against the glow of street lights
a silent gift in the darkness of night3
I close my eyes and fade away
pulling at the ridge scar on my chest
listening to her violin somewhere in the distance
