Mardi May

Music  

Stem of the cello
rests on my sternum
the rise and fall
of breathing
flows
through bone
through wood
a whisper of wind
in the strings.

Heartbeat
my metronome
its quiet measuring
keeping score.

The cello rests
above my heart
song of breath
sigh of music
flows
through wood
through bone
a dialogue of
wordless language.

First published in Lines in the Sand: New Writing from Western Australia (Fellowship of Australian Writers Anthology 2008).

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