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Violin and Window

 

Light Footsteps

Whisk across the solace of the Woods.

And, lo! The Cuckoo begins to whistle.

Dawn

Patiently knocks on Horizon’s door;

The Sky plays along the Hues in anticipation.

 

Blossom

Fends to peek;

Look at Morning’s guest tread in.

A vagabond Breeze frisks the veins of the Trees;

Leaves

Stride aside to behold the grand entree.

 

….

 

*Silence*

Fingers on the strings

*Silence*

The eyes close out

*Silence*

Balanced under the chin

*Silence*

The Bow is ready to enchant;

 

….

 

Hearts flutter;

Necks bend over;

Rays shudder;

Clouds line silver;

 

Thence takes over

Madness…. … .. .

 

 

The Violin remains gone

Yet the eyes are shut the same.

I saw him play his fingers

To keep himself sane.

 

 

Room #676

Violinist

 

-JAISMINE K.

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