Markings

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