I read this beautiful poem by S.J. Mallory on Goodreads and requested his permission to post it here. If you agree with me on its beauty, please visit his website. Enjoy!

Alphabet Orchestra

The writer’s quest is to put into words
the burnished wonderment of a violin.
For his pencil to carve his lines on a blank page
like a bow cutting across tightly stretched guts.
Quietly making music that vibrates with dreams and regrets
and the timeless joy of the moment.
An alphabet orchestra
whose beauty is found only under a humble
chin.