Music without lyrics, a violin, streets bustle cars cramming lunch at 30 mph, our store shuttered plywood, cyclone fence, spring tree flesh piling up with no one left to care but me. No signs, no soliciting, no eye games, no trickery, no bullshit, no opera, no requests taken, no hamburger today for a nickel tomorrow, only a cracked cake of rosin, a glued up fiddle, combat boots, sunscreen, home made coffee, a hungry bus pass, a finally spring, an insomnia 3am, a dogless doggedness, awol children, an A string issue, that's my alpha bet, always. Music in case, out of case, bouncing off window casements, bird magnet flights, look there's a crumb. Effort unlacking, tendon tested, stamina silo, gotta go.