Snapshot: Music Man (after Wayne Hogan)

Did the wild-eyed mustachioed cellist

Initiate his career on strings 

At age five playing on a quarter-sized

Violin that just fit his little arms 

Young shoulder and neck allowing the stretch

To feel each note along the ebony 

Fingerboard? And now that the tones have turned

Fluent as the fish always swimming with him

His ear stays poised to capture the sound

Of intention within that known moment

He has lived and will live with the furious 

Drive of the bow obeying his focus

All he has known since that miniature 

Instrument that speaks back to genius.