Heartstring Quartet (text only)

Was it “cling”?

This ethereal sound breaking through the night?

Was it “ping”?

And me the “pong” of this gong of the night?

Was it “bling”?

A hollow praise of a hidden treasure?

Or maybe “ting”?

It sure was some ting of real pleasure…

How inadequate can words sometimes be!

They remind me of myself in society.

To describe this sound, as lovely as a tree,

Its vibrancy, both tender and feisty,

An angel would borrow palpitations from a loving heart

To beat the tempo of a musical part

With, in its core, the life of living,

As its conclusion, the power of forgiving.

It was… the bell of a bike,

Unexpected,

Ringing through the night,

Unexpected.

Unexpected because I did not see her come.

Unexpected as I thought her forever gone.

The failures of my present initiatives echoing the loss of my first love,

My heart no longer had strength to believe, and God I might as well on hell’s door knock.

But then the fragile beauty that I had wronged,

The recipient and giver of an essential love,

Sent me this musical wink

And I dare dream that I may be redeemed!