Purpose Poem by Elaine Oxamendi Vicet

Purpose
My husband could play no other instrument
But the cello.
His melancholic soul
His distressed spirit
His mystical and curious child like eyes
Shine deep and clear
As he looks
Looks through the light,
The levels of time.
Silent moments of abandon, abandon.
The moments of ease knowing the outcome.
The moment of fear as the panic of human tenacity clings
to the life that merits only when it is let go.
My husband, melancholic but a spiritual spirit.
Could play no other instrument
But the cello