The old violin removed from its case
The bow still in mint condition
If struck wrong then it will screech and howl
But in the hands of someone who is trained
And who is practiced; it will sing beautifully
Wailing vibrations pleasing to the ear
Affecting mood and feeling
Making one want more and more
Bringing forth crescendo after crescendo
Peaks and valleys in perfect tempo
A driving rhythm steady and sure
Pulling at your heart strings gently
Bringing you to weep when the song ends
Sadness for you need another song
That for which you truly long
The old violin improves with age
The soft lines on its body
The silky smooth feel of the varnish
Living without the boundaries of time
At times stung tightly
At others quite relaxed
Truly a joy to hold and play
The Violinist quite skilled
Crafty with his fingers
Practices day in and day out
Waiting for that one big performance
Deftly caressing the instrument
As he coddles it close to his chin
Becoming one with the Violin
Let us make beautiful music together
For you are my instrument
I am the player
Each note shared brings bliss
As we too become one
Your love is music to my heart
The bow still in mint condition
If struck wrong then it will screech and howl
But in the hands of someone who is trained
And who is practiced; it will sing beautifully
Wailing vibrations pleasing to the ear
Affecting mood and feeling
Making one want more and more
Bringing forth crescendo after crescendo
Peaks and valleys in perfect tempo
A driving rhythm steady and sure
Pulling at your heart strings gently
Bringing you to weep when the song ends
Sadness for you need another song
That for which you truly long
The old violin improves with age
The soft lines on its body
The silky smooth feel of the varnish
Living without the boundaries of time
At times stung tightly
At others quite relaxed
Truly a joy to hold and play
The Violinist quite skilled
Crafty with his fingers
Practices day in and day out
Waiting for that one big performance
Deftly caressing the instrument
As he coddles it close to his chin
Becoming one with the Violin
Let us make beautiful music together
For you are my instrument
I am the player
Each note shared brings bliss
As we too become one
Your love is music to my heart
Author notes
This poem started manifesting in my head when I read AngelBelleRose's The Rose last night. Work with some words all day but was able to write it out this evening. Thank you AngelBelleRose for your Amazing inspirations and beautiful words you add to this site!
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Comments
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Be still my heart for you have penned such beauty.. every word manifest pleasure to a tune that sung to its very own music.. you have took out the minor and penned each delicate word to smile with flavor to digest the tune in which the notes were played.. stunning and so well penned... I love it hun .. thank you always for your kindness and beautiful words Hugs always Angel♥♥


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A most beautiful write my dear friend, and even more so as someone inspired it in you, kudos to Angel for her stirring your heart and muse, and kudos to your beautifully expressed penning, it's amazing what one person can do to bring out the beauty in another, pen on, your inspiration shines through, Josie


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So very lovely. Filled with a soft, vivid and flowing grace. *Sigh*
ya All~Ways,
~ Jan ~

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Sounds like a Stradivarius violin...quite an antique, and truly said...The violinist becomes one with his violin....Well written...





