I would like someday
to photograph them,
when I learn (or can afford)
the subtleties of shutter speed
and flash.

Hands on instruments enjoy
the intimacy of old friends
or the high strung tension
of hoping
for one.

The fingers rest
or move--always sensing
in some tiny, unknown way
the lay of melodic land
beneath their tips.

Resonances hushed beneath the skin,
leap to life--collaborated
by strings and sinew
into silhouettes
of soul.