Tuesday, January 22, 2013

My Violin


Strong wood beneath my chin,
My finger’s poised to dance
Swaying to the music
Playing in my head.

I’ll put down my bow
And walk away
But maybe-just maybe
I’ll return someday

To make my love sing
The sweet notes once heard
The sounds-of joy and sorrow
The music so dear to my soul

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