Wendy Lin Bragga 

I Discern I Married
Music A Long Time Ago

I’m in mourning
of the sounds you produced.

Slowly turning,
over the sheets
upturn the corners
and lift.

That familiar song
hovers and you
are dim,
shying
as the last drip
of wax
dissipates.

When darkness evades
and I forget to blink
the rhythms will halt
to the drummings
of my canvas
spread.