Holly had an eager glance tonight.
She probed my eyes, attended to my hands,
as if she thinks I know the master’s touch
to make her pour out some unearthly song
and almost paint the air with gold and light…
It’s true she’d play for me; almost demands
that she be played. This girl’s suspense is such
as tunes my violin strings taut and long.
A shame she’ll never know my mastery.
It’s just that candor cries, but doesn’t sell.
A louder violin won’t always do;
For worthier instruments have subtlety
and when the whole world sees one’s choice! Ah, well.
There’s nothing like a girl in love with you.