In the great span of history, music
spun round the globe aflutter
in the atmosphere for ears
to be tickled only for a brief
period of time
and it is to this interval unto
which I have dedicated
each Wednesday night of practicing
the fiddle, if not for the pleasure
of others but for the pleasure
of myself
so that when the question of what it is to play
music is asked, it will not be unanswered
by the enormous swath of time
so devout in painting vocational essence
with existential self-doubt.
