
The past is all gone
Though nature reclaims its own
Truths are flowering
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

The past is all gone
Though nature reclaims its own
Truths are flowering
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

The cello has the most resonance
with the human voice.
It will cry and keen
from between your pervious knees,
its wood mimicking your curves,
your cared-for ageing scent.
Tension is drawn across your face,
tactual pleasure-pain
through your bow, deftly poised—
a new universe waiting to flower.
It will outlive you
copyright Francis Barker 2020

copyright Francis Barker 2020

copyright Francis Barker 2020

copyright Francis Barker 2020