Markings
In a room on the third floor
Of a church are small indentations
In the tile floor.
They don’t seem to be natural
And they’re not,
The remnants of who knows
How many cellos
Resting on their pins
While students played
And the teacher taught.
All these are invisible
To those walking by in the hall
As are the hours of practice and
Hard work
All to produce something
Audible and
Beautiful.
Dan Verner
April 25, 2019
Biscuit City 