…In those beads broken and scattered throughout creation
Where was I when you gathered them in the sum of your years?

(excerpt from Beads by Garth von Buchholz, published in Quills Canadian poetry journal, Volume VII, 2010)



You are both a flower and an instrument;
One embodies beauty, the other creates it.

The Violet rises to the sky to shame the dark clouds,
The Viola trembles its strings to surpass silence.

I can see you in color and in sound:

Petals of music,
Shivers of color.