Rodin

           
You played your accordion

Standing under a young tree

At the farmers market

Or not standing, you danced,

Your whole lithe body

Barefoot in scuffed leather shoes

Your soaring improvisations

Sailed above tents and crowds

At times growling greeting to the dogs

Or singing with birds

Whose tree lofts

Shaded busy coffee tables and chairs. 

Tall and thin, an elvan man, 

Unself conscious,

You danced to your own music

Weaving like tendrils of mist,

Songs rising within 

as you gave it birth. 

Suddenly I knew

It was just like this

The universe was born.