violinist

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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