Patricia M. Twining-Obarski
Works

Lullabies

My husband needs music to fall asleep

Melodies imparting through the darkness

A violin bowing melancholy Irish Aires

The quaver of breathy pan flutes

Harp strings plucking like brook water

Dripping through small stones


Our love has always been imbued by song

Lost chords, subtle shifts in key

He taught me the notes

Knowing where the chords change

His hands steady and assured

The sharp strings pierced

My unfamiliar, uncalloused hands

He urged me

To play on


One of our cats, black and white male,

Nuzzles between us in the bed

His paws upraised, his body lengthened

Curved sidelong around our shins,

The other cat, the big gray Persian,

Sleeps on my pillow, crowning my head

Like a towering, fuzzy Russian hat

In unison, they purr, a blissful murmur,

Surrendering fully to the moment

Knowing the loveliest melodies are the simplest kind

Attuned to their cadence, transfixed,

I need no other sound


We are joined together by music