The tears sing out from the strings

A high melancholy keening, pulling at my heart

The deep undertone of bass growling like death

The sadness of loss

Sunlight busts from a slim silver pipe

The wooden bodies vibrate, following its lead

Giving to me the country in spring

As the sun rises and the key changes

I enter the soft and plinking framework of the drawing room

A quiet sanctuary that grows in volume and splendour

To engulf me in peace.