The song of the pandemic
Is teasing my fiddling fingers.
Notes and phrases tantalise and tempt.
.
Tomorrow,
I will take my violin
And stand on the stoep
Looking out at the mountains
And the moon,
And the tune
Will come out.
Poetry and writing
The song of the pandemic
Is teasing my fiddling fingers.
Notes and phrases tantalise and tempt.
.
Tomorrow,
I will take my violin
And stand on the stoep
Looking out at the mountains
And the moon,
And the tune
Will come out.
