letters (a sound)

whether you were real or imagined
it doesn’t matter
anymore.
C major escapes from the broken key,
splits apart in midair
before the sound reaches your ear,
before its remnants
land on the string,
before the bird sings its broken song.
before it slides,
warm and salty at first,
and then
just crystals of salt
on my lips.

©4/32012 by Nina K Orlovskaya