The Unseen Violinist

The unseen violinist plays late at night;


Long drawn out tones that tremble with emotion;


A haunting Czardas set in harmonic minor;


Flattened Sixths that speak of other worlds;


Of longing and beauty and despair.


The tempo quickens, the mood switches.


The violinist’s bow dances across the strings,


Like a wagon speeding across a country path,


The sounds of the wheels echoing as the night sky watches.


The violinist plays with ease.


A lively dance.

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