In dark hallways of sickness
slippery I climb the stairs
disjointed and disgruntled
fragmented and frayed
May flowers bring solace
peace and color
Pity brings a tiny light to the window
Violins from Madagascar
trials and turbulent scents
perfume from the
distant carpenters
Sawdust and the making of
the Stratavarious
from various strata
the violin takes
its heavenly sound
Luthiers of buildings
I long to bend their ear
about how I live in a drum
my apartment is a square
the roof stretched
over it