-1Max, giving a violin lesson on Tuesday
Sharp child-fingers twist
around the bow;

Max says: softly, delicately…

words that this child
hardly understands yet,

from behind, he taps
the beat, worn out
sneakers thump, thump

a consistently steady rhythm.

Arms, fold under child hands,
guide.

There, there, he says.

I am watching from the corner,
thumbing my cell phone,
not impatient, just impartial
to movement when I hear
such a succulent sound.

There's a shaft of sunlight
falling into the middle
of the room from the glass
in the door.

I watch it. It separates us.

Use your wrists, he warns

stay with the measures, don't
loose the tempo.

I wonder, if we have children
will they be virtuosos?