Music

Music is math that begs
The players in the lighted halls
who carry every sin in the curve of their bows
The lone one who plays without light
on a broken instrument
Surely that one has been sinned against—
They plead the same and in the same voices
God speaking back to himself
“Wherever three are gathered in my name…”—my fingers are five.
They come together to ask and are answered by the call
that they do not send to heaven,
but out to us, where God is also.