• Carly Feinman

Day 21- 10.7.20


Sometimes I think violin concertos are the most beautiful thing to exist

in this godforsaken world.

The strings, yes, but also the bow,

the tension between the deft fingers,

and miraculous sound.

When I close my eyes

I’m certain the notes,

if bundled up tight,

could actually will themselves

straight up into the stars.


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