"And It Does Not Strive For Major Keys", a poem by Rogelio Obaya, translated into the English by Manny Delgadillo

A yellow violin, as beautiful as the autumn.
--F.J.

And it does not strive for major keys:
It knows how much the shredded dawn
weighs over its strings.
And it does not remain alone for an instant
Although three yellow hands caress it.
And it neither steals the air’s perfumes
Nor boasts in the windows of being
the color of the universe.
It’s simply an out of tune violin fatally
Wounded in the loophole of its memory.