Kidnapped Lute

You hear the traces

You don't hear the sound

The sound is a flying note

The sound is unsound

You hear the silence

But you aren't missing a beat

The silence is clouded glass

The silence is your song

You hear the interval

You don't hear the cadence

The interval is an interlude

The interval is a lute

You have my lute

Return it to me

At your most forward convenience

September 2025

By Aran Meredith