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The Violinist
I adrift,
Upon immense vastness,
Surrounded by emptiness
Yet constricted by stagnant winds,
Overwhelming confusion,
Followed by,
Misunderstood thoughts,
Or words!
Played upon,
Like a fine tuned violin,
Every note… perfection!
But, hand or arm vibrato
Modulates the pitch,
That’s heard across the desert floor,
Which carries into the expanse
The haunting tonal effects,
Dipping into dunes of time.
Your distinctive qualities,
Numerous,
Like a lover who plucks the chords,
To suit an orchestral performance!
Your classical melodies
Produce seamless changes
From key to key
And chord to chord
Creating an almost perfect,
Harmonic world!
Copyright © Elga ~Indigo~2007
10 June 2007 – 02H40AM
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It seems that the author of "The Violinist" was accompanied by Euterpe and Erato when this wonderful poem was composed.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Splendid piece of writing here my friend.
this exquisite write sweeps me back to a beautiful memory.
masterfully conducted write, poetess!
peace and blessings always,
carolyn
Vesna :)
Your poetry is like the hairs of a bow which softly stroke the violin, creating the melody of the human soul.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love Tinka
A priceless masterpiece, played by a master wordsmith. Beautiful.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
Fee