THE VIOLIN LEGEND

Two lovers played their violins
On the mountaintop of Mount Universal Love.
And wooed each other with tender chords
Filling the sweet heaven above.

But one day Aphrodite called him away
To play for another couple.
Soon the girl became distraught and wept
Because of his temporal trouble.

Before her uplifting tunes
Could slowly turn to hate.
Her violin lept and ran away.
For she too missed her loving mate.

The violin darted over clouds
As the weaping girl gave chase.
But musical violin in her fast footrace
Did miss in one quick step and fell,

Down, down to the earth below.
Where a man found her sound as a bell.

“You’re in perfect shape,” he said,
As he carried her to his house.
He knew to make a caressing bow
And began playing for his spouse.

The violin played only at first
Simple, loveless, boring tunes.
Until she realized, he loved his wife
As much as a flower adores June.

The violin felt so much joy
She forgot her marooned honeymoon.

He played it every day for her;
Both his wife and the violin.
And at lavish music parties,
He played it for his kin.

He played on the mountaintop
For that’s where she sounded best.
And he could play every love
Variation the heart could express.

And the girl above in heaven
Gazed down, her broken heart impressed
With the lovely charming music
That put her thorny distress to rest.

© Cupideros, Sunday, May 14, 2006