Fiddle Player — Image by kenne
Plaid skirt above her knees,
cap pulled low above her eyes—
she lifts the fiddle,
electric hum alive in the wires.
The bow strikes,
and sound uncoils like lightning,
notes tumbling fast,
braided with heat and pulse.
Her feet moving to the beat,
each chord a declaration—
plaid, cap, and storm-song
woven into one fierce figure
of music and light.
Great, Kenne.
Thank you, Tom.