Once heard outside a practice anteroom

Friends of the bride and of the groom

The troth was pledged and time got foyered

As a troubadour and maiden loitered-

An inadvertent menage-a-trios.

I watched his fingers dart their dervish dance

With close watched discipline of acrobats

Pulsing, switching, hammering soft the rhythm

While joy released, arose and fell

Riding tidal trains upon some acquiescent shore.

Conveying meanings, connoting such unspoken

Once heard, remained adeptly unacknowledged

As the guitar stamped light staccato footprints

All across its sounding board and my aural cortex

Calling, through their echoes, some siren invitation.

She sat transfixed, bright iris mist diffusing shadows 

Gazing at those deftly fingered frettings

All unattending to the stirrings of her heart as

Her tongue awoke to match his rolling pitch and timbre

And, carried on its surging lilt, suddenly she sang.

Then, feeding off each other as canyon echos go,

Twinned taloned falcons falling, so ephemerally their mating,

Paired voices caught completely, their promised harmony.

I heard it all, one hallowed moment, and then turned

And left, alone, awash in fond anticipation.