Cinco
(mi amor ricardo)


I listen to the rhythm
Of the violin
Four strings that create
a melancholy

The process
Is evolving
Just like the
Plucking

First position
Sweet courting
Octave accelerates
And follows

And here we are
Five years
Making music
bow and wood collides

in harmony
weak at times
parts glued
soul whole.

-duchesne 12.15.2008