Vera Pavlova: 20 One Touch in Seven Octaves III

First, cursory caresses, on the surface,
light, a kind of coloratura: crumbs of pizzicato
in spots which seemingly require
a brusque, tempestuous treatment,
then with a bow across the secret strings,
the ones that were not touched at the beginning,
then across the non-existent strings or, more exactly,
the ones we have never suspected of existing.