Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
His slender fingers sweep the magic bow
Light on the taut responsive strings,
Pouring a silvery flood of melody
Sweet and throbbing, tremulous and low,
Building an intricate towering castle of sound
Upward and upward, height on lovely height,
Until the delicate hurrying notes
Burst over it in glorious waves of simmering light.