Beautiful Masterpiece (Tribute To Elaine George's "violin")

As I read the words my heart started to sing For you had gave emotion to a non living thing I can't ever remember feeling quite that way I could hear the music that she used to play I could feel her heart through the tears I cried As I read the part where her Maestro had died I imagined her there in her Rosewood Bed Reading the most beautiful poem I’ve read Velvet to her back with her bow at her side Remembering the joy before Maestro died She loved how his bow manipulated her strings Together they were the most beautiful of things What’s the only poem to ever hang in my den? Elaine’s beautiful masterpiece titled, "Violin" Inspired by Tracy's wonderful idea for a contest and Elaine's beautiful Poem.