Adagio in G
you were with me
until I reached the bridge–
your harmony followed
forlorn, inviting, giving,
ending as my last steps
close enough to see
the water caressing
with cool credence
its solo, defined path.
My eyes waited for signs
of uncertainty,
but there the cello closed
and finally
the organ fell silent.
When I reached the bridge,
my path forced to end,
I could not stay all day
I reached for you,
we had to start again.