Sometimes When I Hear The Violin

sometimes when I hear the violin
I feel that I could be that music
in my sleep

that I could have a violin soul
though none would know
and sing through the sharpness

of the world.
it would be winter then,
the drifting of winter birds

indinstinguishable from the snows
and I would be the pale green sound
floating in extremity

above the inconsolable worlds
or folded like a bud beyond
all reason

in a Spring so far from here.
so far.

mary angela douglas 5 january 2018