Up and down
Up and down
in synchronized melodies
A black dress
A bow tie
Even the children stared
with their innocent enchantment
of chasing fireflies on a midsummer's night
crowns made of flowers and curled ribbon
Their freckles and rosy cheeks
made us all think of our days
Even though the years have formed a clouded abstraction
of what we used to do.
She makes me think of that just by simply sitting down
And dragging her bow across the strings