How long now since I learned to play my violin
There has long been a song, an unplayed melody
That I have yet to finish playing.
Waking nightly when the moon is full I rise to an unknown
song in my heart and my fingers play on strings of
mysterious tunes.
My violin has supernatural powers as my fingers pluck
notes and themes I have never played before!
As if signalling the owls to my window, they come flying
as if they were summoned by my music...Gently they swoop
by, in a eery manner!
When my spirit becomes rested, I lay down my violin
and in a hushed silence retire to my sleep where all
those who dream are unaware of my nightime melodies
on my lovely instrument!
One day I know I will be composing music, and the themes
I play will be these songs I have been playing in these nocturnal violin concertos!

gypsy



Thank you so much for entering with this delightful poem. I could here the strings plucking away as i read, harmony captured melodious words
Welcome to my family dear sis 
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