The Art of Necessity
As a girl,
I sat at the foot of
A premier violinist…
His music captivated the imaginations of all fortunate listeners
The soulful notes escaped from his instrument thrusting
Into the cerebrum then
On to subconscious, subliminal mind
Heralding that music is no luxury
But a necessity for a charmed existence
Copyright © Carol Davis | Year Posted 2015
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