like winter night
serious eyes
delicate violin held in
muscular hands
bow begins to stroke strings
liquid honey
pouring out into bright church
it’s O Holy Night and we listen
to too familiar melody
anticipating
every
interval
but then he flips
up an octave
song transformed
poised hovering
above us like an angel
with outstretched wings
transfixing hearts
bathed in the beauty of
holy night pure love
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