Horsehair and Sheep Gut
By Michelle Garren Flye
Why does the violin make me feel
Strong and free—and right?
Horsehair draws across sheep gut strings
And my heart wants to take flight.
Soaring through the clouds—
A seagull when he wheels—
Heading higher into the sky—
No, this is how the eagle feels.
But when the music is over
And the instruments are put away
Where does that leave the listener?
Except plummeting into the light of day?