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The violin

The violin
Chayym Zeldis

The violin kept its notes to itself
like birds in a cage…

The man kept his heart to himself
like a hound on a leash…

Then one day the man left the room where he slept
and walked into the room where the violin rested…

He picked up the bow, lifted the violin,
cradled it in the hollow of a shoulder, and played…

The notes were freed.

So was his heart.

California, USA

The Touch

The Kiss
Auguste Rodin

Musée Rodin, Paris, France

At the gallery

The Gallery
Corkstreet, London

And they kissed...

Utrecht, Netherlands