Violin

And so there you are

In your shirt and shoes

In all those colors and looks

That I never knew

Blue

Black

Off-red

Half-sad

I came here by bus

My hands and such

By heart and dog

Now those things are gone

Miles of clean

Those roads now long

Curved and turned black

Now sing my song:

Slurring violins

Hallow drums

Snapped strings

And all those shifting notes in between

There you are

And here I am

My dust

My regret