Elgar's Third

It was never meant to be.
Forbidden. And forgotten.
Not to be tinkered with.

Some of us know better,
see fit to follow our first
feared instincts.

Knowing that there is a whole
picture, far fuller
than the fragments
seen or heard.

So with Elgar’s third, written
yet unwritten, now completed
incomplete.

My own unfinished symphony
of thoughts and words
is still a scribble,
intended to make at least
a splendid sound,
yet still not ended.

So many fragments
scored to make a bigger picture,
it lies in wait
hinting at a greater harmony,
and hoping, always hoping,
for completion.