notes of love

I

you flew notes from your violin racing around that tiny old room

i layed back while you examined every little piece of me

in a pursuit of pure aesthetics

a carved piece of limestone sits sheltered in a garden

representing your feeling of me

II

we stood in a vacant lot

now filled with a million dollar estate home

you sung out loud and i was quiet

you told me i should find my voice

III

you left not on jet plane

i had no heart i knew of to break

you became my muse

and silent lover

a mystified and glorified example

of artistic perfection

altar

did your stomach ever drop

falling falling falling so you can’t stop it

did you ever see the casket

lowered

and wish you’d dug the hole so your fingernails

hurt from the soil bulging between the layers of your skin and nail

instead of feeling the beige interior  pushing against inane christian words of

farewell