Her Violin Played
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She walked the ridge of twelve-mile creek
At evenings end each day.
I would hear her ore the meadow,
The many songs she loved to play.
The violin was her lover,
Companion for her searching soul.
She played with all her feeling,
To the valley far below.
In pitch her notes rang out their beauty,
Her bow in fever played the songs.
Bach’s concerto in D minor,
Made love to her, all evening long.
The classics were her favorite lovers,
In sweated play she had them all.
Drunken by the music’s flavor,
And every note she could recall.
Perhaps adagio or allegro,
Or any tempo in between.
She found the mystery of the pieces,
Painted them with notes unseen.
Her passion rose toward each ending,
A climax of perfected play,
And I would listen so intently,
For every note that came my way.
The valleys quiet of her music,
Which graced the ridge for many years.
I search for notes now never spoken,
Which will not come unto my ears.
Where she’s gone we’re left to wonder,
And why her music plays no more.
Now every evening there’s just silence,
Playing on this valleys floor.
What I would give for one rendition,
From her poetic soul which lived.
High above our little valley,
But plays no more from top the ridge.
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Hauntingly beautiful! i know it's a poem but it makes you wonder why she doesn't play anymore.
I really enjoyed this piece and am so glad I came across it; I had an elderly neighbour who used to play Chopin and it reminded me of the enjoyment I received from her gift.
William, this is superb.
Excellent . You have done it again . God truly blessed you with a wonderful writing talent . I know I will read this one again and again ... thank you . In Christ , Julie
Wow;a Masterpiece of poetry!!! In Christ, Dee "Numbers 6:24,25,26"
Have you thought of writing a novel based on this? Thomas
Bravo! Reading this was a real treat. Thomas
This is a beautiful piece of poetry. I enjoyed it so much that I'd like to send a private critique :-) Great work!
Wow! What a haunting, beautiful poetic read this is. William, I am coveting your talent right now. Oh, to write like this.....This should be published. It is going in my favorites for sure. God Bless. In Christ's Love, Julia