The Hum Between

Photo by John Weinhardt on Unsplash

Scattered papers
acoustic machines
stripped of strings

Put aside memories

An old soundbox
a crooked map hung

The fog of tobacco smoke
slowed your breath

A soft sound
hummed
from a forgotten tool
of finger play

An empty wine bottle

He wore a brown overshirt
to warm an autumn chill

a vintage overcoat
draped to her knee

Her goggled eyes took his
as her soft voice joined the hum

Entrapped by an old tune
sitting alien to the scene

Observing harmony
a timeless feeling

Welcomed into this magic
a void closed within

A crater filled