Luthier
~ for Cas
a gentle presence,
the kindest gaze,
filled with thoughts
and music: casi.
and slow-moving –
a river of gentleness –
was this man, almost
an angel
whistling
while waiting for a bus
to somewhere else.
and nights at camp
the jokes, the stories,
his hands on the strings,
eyes that had seen much,
his heart open to all
like a rose
like a whole vase of roses
opening.
still there is
(there will always be) that
picture of him
the cans on his ears
hands poised on the soundboard,
and when her words
hit the mic
he wept too:
a moment never forgot.
some will say that
the good die young
or die
too soon –
and that is only a bruised heart
wailing.
cas lived
a makeshift but oddly perfected
life:
a bit of wabisabi in every corner,
and a whistling wait.
the end was hard –
hard on us all
and on him too,
though he was peaceful
throughout.
he caught the glint
in my eye that last evening,
and only whispered
“what?”
“nothing,” i said, “just the music.”
~
Hakim
David Hakim is an
internationally-published journalist and award-winning author who has run
several newspapers – and recently received a commendation for his short story That
Man in the London Aesthetica
Competition. He can be reached at dhakim at earthlink.net
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