Written, 4th November 2000
Photograph taken by, Theresa Koch
The beauty of the sultry song of many violins...
Gazing out on the stars tonight
I thought of you my friend
The beauty of the sultry song
Of many violins
In meditation we once sat
And listened to their song
Drinking from glasses cobalt blue
While lost with-in their awe
Glasses filled with crimson red
Wine made from off the vine
While listening to violins
That played the sweetest song
Lost with-in the silken blend
Brings back a different time
The sultry song of violins
Continues in my mind
Yes, what is it about the sound of a violin that is compounded and enhanced the more there are of them, especially if they are harmonising or even playing differing themes? I think it is truly the instrument of the nerves and soul and somehow manages to bring the two together, often in a very dramatic way. One can never be bland in our reactions to the sounds of a violin. And their music IS evocative and timeless. I love this captured moment with its sounds and descriptions which involve all of the other senses too! Memories are made of this... TY Kate xx
This is indeed very beautiful and memory filled Theresa...
Peter
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on August 23, 2004
Theresa, this is a shinning example of how the power and beauty of excellent poetry and memories mixing together help fulfill one of human kinds most precious needs my friend. It’s called tranquility. A magical marvelous musical moment for sure, Poet. Thank you for sharing your remarkable talent. Take care.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 22, 2004
Beautiful poem can hear the seranades warm Theresa love that pic too....
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A breath-taking photo and breath-taking poem - truly unique and quite exceptional!
Robert
Lovely writing Theresa
Sweet songs and soft skies
HH
exquisite emotions in this tenderly penned piece--BRAVA! :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
and that photo--ohhhhhhhhhh--GORGEOUS!
Sandie May Angel
Peter
Love, Bonnie
Love Tinka
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
as is the photo to match! A wonderful treat !TY...