Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts, Painted everlasting winters - Floral patterns etched in ice; A frozen tear to Soften up the bastard bones. Bow made love to needy string In cooing fling - wanton whispers Fondled under pianissimos, Caressing callous hearts. Melodrama swayed in satin sound - Yet the player wasn't there, Only creamy song - soothing, yearning, Teasing bitter minds. I sensed her persevering loneliness For beauty of an evening, Romance of a tune - laughing, Sobbing at the fire. Then a climax - Writhing passion cutting deep - Wounding macho flesh; And all in a work of musical art: Ephemeral stories, yarned of music Honed impossibly through her tones. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music music