Instrument

For a song is long premeditated 
in a shady alcove of far off land,
somewhere separated from here and near,
so untroubled by daily disturbance

I don’t know where the workshop can be found,
if I did I would not dare to disclose
for instant ruin could come to song’s shape,
a thing that is as flimsy as it’s strong

I know that I must leave this incomplete…