4
All Tuned Up
By Julia Di
when I play
there is a small feeling
a curious feeling
like the crescendo moonlight
on the steady ocean bay
the burning beach ignite
the sun beating away
like the lithe deer prancing
to the melody of the sky
the joyous criminals dancing
for their professional lie
and when strings plucked
and when strings tightened
and when strings strummed
and when strings perform I—
I have a curious feeling.
If only I had a soul.