Seismography Copyright © Rob Lock 2011

The quartet are playing in the village hall,
the first violinist’s face a liquid display
recording, bar by bar, the shifts, peaks -
and these newly fathomed trenches,
as Beethoven unflinchingly pits desire
against necessity: eruptions; rock
hard places.
                     When they stand you see 
her neck - the violin’s stigmata.  
                                They smile and bow.