CONCERTINA


Stretch my soul
Concertina-like

Till I am all
But pulled asunder

Two Godly hands
Playing upon my willingness

Squeezed to the point
Of breathlessness

Native notes fingered
A sound of rare beauty

Bouncing on delighted knees
And He the master musician

All bent upon his instrument
With ear intent
 

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