serenade for strings

I look into your eyes

and see, in their depths, another man-

that bright image isn’t mine

your hand, held, skin so warm

yet there is a coolness to the air-

frosty chill, winter of the heart

and here I was, so sure

that you, in your depths, belonged to me-

I’m a fool, what can I say

I saw you look at him

vibrato, tremolo, shivering strings-

harp in the wind, you are his