In the Distant Beauty of Another Place

In The Distant Beauty of Another Place Four strings, smooth hand oiled skin, imbued with joy’s countless hours. A friend to one so lonely, a voice to her silent awakening heart each movement a dance in the distant beauty of another place. Her rosined bow coaxing sweetness from the inanimate wood and string, subtle hands speaking of her dreams, her fears, her desire to be free – As free as the haunting vibrations emanating through her being – awakening the fervor of her love arousing the awareness of her passion. Old strings embraced by young hands renewed by love’s request, responding to the sensuous touch of beauty’s siren song. Dimmed lights, hushed crowd, four strings dance with rosined bow, soft tears speaking through varnished wood in the distant beauty of another place. John G. Lawless 12/20/2014 submitted to – Let The Music Play On – poetry contest sponsor – Mystic Rose