The shining capture of Jacqueline du Pré

Jacqueline du Pré sails on mentor fins with a tragic approach
a sound you will never forget, the trials of cello (re)happenings
like skywriting for God to see and visit the tour of youth
she broke all the remaining hearts through the eardrums of symbols
so soft and eager to relent the borrowed inerrancies she only furnished
like a crowd of autures on catgut strings bellowing at the shining metre
“you need one more line,” like I never finished the celestial springs of art
the unfinished approach to your trialed breach of discouraged despondence