This is She

This is she, watching
Her portrait as she used to be
In the moment between
Her gaze and the mirror

This is she, knowing
Me across the distant night,
Upon those paths of light
That traverse she and I

This is she, Magda
Mastered fingers spinning spheres
Sending harmonies to ears
Inside, beneath these stones

This is she, list’ning
To silent phonemes brimming sounds
Of loves and mysteries found
Between these hearts of ours

This is she, fash’ning
With tempo, style and tone
Matter, meaning in tome
A life is in its living

This is she, Lena
In the garden that we share
Our words Ballet ‘pon the air
And tests of time endure