Mardi May


Stem of the cello
rests on my sternum
the rise and fall
of breathing
through bone
through wood
a whisper of wind
in the strings.

my metronome
its quiet measuring
keeping score.

The cello rests
above my heart
song of breath
sigh of music
through wood
through bone
a dialogue of
wordless language.


First published in Lines in the Sand: New Writing from Western Australia (Fellowship of Australian Writers Anthology 2008).


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