How to accompany that?

A partita, Bach e-minor,

silver violin-string think.

Do not look for the conductor.

There is no guide but the self –

this and the piano, that violin –

each timid in its way.

If one counts to three

will both pick up, strike the note on four?

Or does one wait, untrusting the other…

take a step backward?

At one time you heard Satie…

That first movement

What is it that your heart said?

Or is it now that you have grown deaf –

my words, letters, lost on you –

and me, my aphasia – left now without language.

I know not what to say; you then, saved anyway.