An Interlude
Poised in deep calm silence
Gracefully holding its curvature
Amid the coolness of night air
As a single drop of water plops
Like a reverberating symbol chiming
Echoing, its circles span across the water
All is still
Breathless awaiting the next opus
The smoothest of movements
Horsehairs made with love
A symphony painting autumn’s colors
While caressing needy hearts
Poised with intention
The first stroke
With precision of the surgeon
Tutting whispers of love in the air
Held much like her lover
Passion running deep
She caresses the awaiting strings
with the lightest of touch
a gentle singing forthwith to all
With songs of love
The audience swoons in knowing
How deeply she touches
With love her violin
With her gentle strokes
as the fingers that caress the soul
Her body swaying to the music
She puts forth to testify
Her deep love
Through her music
Melodies that tells her story
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
August 13, 2012
Regis
*Carolee* no matter the
language spoken...And you
have given an endearing
instrument the voice...
Lady Vivian
A melody of gentle music in this interlude of the violin.
Beautiful love in gentle singing of the strings.
Lady Mary Ann
Mark
Sandy
You touch the strings of beauty and love with such a tenderness.
This is a beautiful hymn to a violinist and her music.
It does not only swoon the audiance, we all know how deeply you touch us with the gentle strokes of your pen
Love ya!
Jane
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
tension, Lily; fine word choices and phrasing,
in particular use of 'Tutting' just right in its
context
john
Again, beautiful poetry that lifts itself off the page and into our hearts...
Deborah
Di
Gail
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
budd