some six degrees of freedom away
closer in the beat, the silence between
now I know what she meant
she was a musical 20 something;
she liked to walk her dog
gave recitals until the car crash
she wrote a violin concerto in B minor
a homage to Brahms
the harmonics of the heart
under water in my bath
while pulling at the ridge scar on my chest
I can hear her violin somewhere in the distance
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