On the violinist Anne-Sophie Mutter

bow darting, dancing,
allegro, an archers arrow
beheld through a prism
amidst earthquaking body
concordant with sound;
resonate strings wail
then mellow -
congruous
flock on migration to paradise
carrying me beneath downy wing - glissando -
eyes closed, sealing passion,
winnow, escape, adagio,
seeping onto magically tuned
wires, note waiting -
again, prestissimo:
fingers flickering as
feverent flames;
sound so sensual
from form as divine.


Drawing: "Anne-Sophie Mutter" by Robert P. Taylor