Tarnished, with frayed strings and splintered wood
Dusty, forgotten values and clear notes unremembered
Old Violin, beyond repair and unrecognised
Play me a tune
Show me your worn soul and evoke thine memories
Old Violin, You are not forgotten
For I remember your player's mournful melodies
Hearts struck with just guilt when you rang out
Rivers of tears shining from cheeks of subtle emotion
Smiles from thoughts of reignited joyful past
Your stories told without ever saying a word
Old Violin, show me one more tale
Emit sad horrid noise but embrace them with heart
Ignore the imperfections of your frailty
Hold my being in front of my face again
And before my eyes break into a million dreams
Author notes
This just kinda came to me, I'll edit it later for rhythm and shape but apart from that I believe it looks good and conveys the message I wished it to
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