the crescendo swept me away last night
tiny violins, mellow cellos
the ones with the low gorgeous tones
I remember how its strings felt
beneath my fingertips
first cold, then warm
left little bite marks, they did
that crescendo last night
I’m surprised you didn’t hear it
what’s wrong with you?
did you fear it?
that music ran me over, made me spin
tossed me into oblivion