quiet harp strings
strung in my chest
restless for symphonies unplayed
rustling now
when i bend down
hug myself
and exhale
review pictures
smiling, sighing
happy life, happy wife, and child
i see you there
in the warm home
imagine
a good life
distant finger
you pluck the string
leaving a resonance that lasts
i see you there
in the site log
hear you not
miss you now
by radio
perhaps tonight
will masterful concerto play
surrogate strings
to soothe and lull
empty ache
quiet room