The Birth of the A Minor 7th
Once up there was a cave high up in those jagged cliffs above the sea.
A woman lived in the cave. No one knew how she came to be there,
so high up, so alone. No one asked. And at first, no one noticed
the note, how it rose from the foam alongside the moon, how
it arched its silvery way up, up, up reaching for the cave
to sound itself inside, to wrap round the woman tending
her fire. No one heard the note bend and plummet until it returned
with the woman to the sea and made a harp of her.