UNDER A FULL MOON

It is said that master violin maker, 

Stradivari, centuries ago, on each full moon, 

went to the Dolomites, to a magic forest, 

to lay his head against the spruce trunks. 

To listen.

This was how he found the wood 

for his famous instruments.

I long for my truth to be heard 

this way, under a full moon – or even

during a downpour.

I long for a listening that leans 

into me, that hears the deep tones 

of my elusive song, moon or no moon.

I long for my music to find its way into

the soul of a Beloved, like Rumi's did.

This partnership will be the instrument 

that brings me back home and into 

the deep grain of the self.