Phillip Michael Sawatzky - Two Solos Passing

Up the sidewalk hugged by snow banks
a small girl with violin walks towards me,
stepping soft pizzicato on the wet path.

We are two solos passing glances-
hers brace silver strings nascent in sunlight,
mine smiles pianissimo with weathered ivories.

Our music curves in different spheres-
mine, the melancholy smoke in dusky halls,
in hers, wonder echoes tomorrow's promise.

With evanescent nods, we wend our ways-
an arpeggio urgency bows the wondrous,
my steps diminuendo in the distance.

Phillip Michael Sawatzky

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