A shimmering violin string,
quivering on the breath of sky, 
that dies with a dying fall
and the light flickers– a glimpse
of the vast space in-between
now and eternity.

To speak of sincerity one
may be crucified but it means
more than the void of cynic-speech.

One drop of light in the inky blackness
that expands to fill and warm and hug
this yellow sun,

Reaching higher and higher through silence
until floating on a sound beyond movement.

Still 

in the shimmering dark
the violin threads its way 
into the space of hope.

Breathing a fresh light 
a true light of blue sky and yes!