thanking musicians

hollow-toned wood when
touched by skin
echoing chambers
transfiguring breath
pressing strings,
our fingers sing
the physical act
of music is alchemy.
compressed sighs converging
blistery digits consorting
sore backs summoning us into
exploration of unknown depths
worlds unfold, universes split
realities alternate, moments replay
unsaid words are said at last
our haunting ‘what-ifs’ are given flesh
the swelling tide, the gradual fade
we are left more ourselves
on the edge of the nameless
so this is a thank you to those who
wheeze, pluck, strum and stroke
reminding us without words
that this thing we’re in
is everything.