She hath wings

Standing there under warm lights,

Violin raised and bow drawn,

I found you in that sea of faces

At sweet, innocent, fifteen.

I’d never seen you through that lens

And perhaps never will again;

A thrill not equalled on that stage-

Proud moment standing still.

As I played, you did not know

The ballad became my theme-

“I’d die for you”, the test;

The music still reprises.

Long gone, but not forgotten-

It hurt because I loved;

Too close to your warmth, I fell-

Wings fairly crumpled.

Although you said goodbye,

I know I’ll see your face once more-

(I hope the one I played for,

Not the one you became!)

Close to my heart always,

I’ll save a spot for you-

When I take the stage last time,

May my song not be in vain!

©️ M. Patterson 12.2.20