At Eva's House

Mug of hot bitter tea

Stress reliever tea from the mountain tops

Wooden honey dipper

Spooling off grainy golden honey

Crunchy toast

Homemade bread toast

Blueberry jam

Next to the fruit bowl and the seven

Pink apples

Take a bite

Hold the warm mug against your lips

Make yourself at home

The flowered couch calls

The woodstove crackles

Warding off low clouds like lavender manta rays

Hanging over the mountains

Pick up the violin

From the red velvet case

Tighten the bow

Strum the strings

Strings thrum with a quick thumb stroke

E's a bit flat

Bow needs rosin

He picks up his guitar

And releasers Lilting lovely

Sad sobbing music

Feel it in your fingers

Feel it in your heart

Bow to the strings

Steam spirals from the mug

Notes cascade from violin

Perched on your collarbone

Like a glossy fiddle finch

Voice twining with twin oboes

The staccato

            Down

            Fall

Of guitar

Last forlorn note

The spell breaks

Sip your bitter tea

Take another bite of toast

The apples are smiling