A violin plays nearby
Oh so flavoursome – all of it planted within each and every single string
This female singer pleasing on the eye, perhaps
But a far greater time lapse altogether on getting to see an accumulated band bring it entirely
Fire inside of a basalt belly
Our minds do abound as we go back and forth this remote room
Doting me particularly before letting loose again
That sole string and its perfect twang, no-one ever gets to know that it just may have ran away from itself
Careful, resolute and absolutely learned… for the most part
These three instrumentalists – plain as day to see that they had to earn it all
In the name of what, art?