Kol nidrei
your beautiful hands and the way
they must have once played...
I'm calling forth their youth
their subtleness. their artless touch...
and much of what they move in me today
arises from a foreordained adagio...
a hush of virtuosity, a finely-strung
excerpt of augured love...
your nimble-fingered soul begets
an everlasting elegy in me...
my timid body is your secret violin...
securely sheltered and appeased
within the crown of your devotion
mildly veiled by every motion
of your hands...
your restless, reckless hands and
how they rush about our consonance today...
I do so love them in my winged
elusive way...
Drs. Rikki
For a beloved violinplayer...
Music by composer Max Bruch
