Practised fingers pluck each chord,
the melody a fresh wave splattering
sea water on the assembly of the
elements
Quick movements on multiple strings
conjure the wind, a deep rumble,
gusting southerly heart
break
Head tilts into the eye of the storm,
eyes closed, mouth ajar in
tornados of expertise,
then
The air swells and bloats, the blood
of the cello seeps over the coarse
lines of travelled hands
red
Woman carries the hurricanes power,
groomed nails whip notes, precise—
she is a matador before the
kill.
Woman, woman, suspended with
radical artifice soars —
the concrete building
weeps on the ocean floor,
The monstrosity is blind.