Feeling made in music seeing

through eyes watching clouds

Violin and cello replacing thought

and memory – as if now were this

only and this house (west facing sun) were all

to exist, all to witness how

breakable bone and porcelain

She touched my shoulder

twice, or my arm, enough to mention if skin

is listening. Easy to forget others don’t try

to talk through gesture, or signal at

the periphery of my attention. To be subtle

and climbing the stairs notice each

crack in the wood, sun made visible

the dust layers  back and forth

what we are walking