Like A Violin…. Poem by Fiona Lochhead

A violin's body-

Is a hollow space.

The strings vibrate,

And sound escapes.

Between the soft belly,

And hard-wood side…

The song of the cavity-

Amplified!

Bear the pressure…

The string's heightened pitch.

Carry the feeling-

Connect to the bridge.

You can't measure a space,

Defined by what's not.

The absence of something,

But filled by the thought.

I want to believe…

In the power that flows,

Through bow-string and space,

The music grows.