November Tune

Amazing how

A few harmonic notes

Plucked on a guitar and in a certain way

Can, when a November sun is setting on what remains
                           of Sunday afternoon,

Contrive to tell

Every story ever told, sing

Every song, whisper

Every secret, right

Every wrong.

And, as if that weren’t enough,

Contrive again

To bring you near,

However far the distance, the night

However long.

                                                                 Fritz Eichenberg