violin

Written by: trina aiken

First you hear it 
Its sweet and soft
So quiet and loving
You hear its sweet voice singing
Among all others 
Then it gets louder and louder 
the notes warped around you like a 
Warm blanket you cant 
Help but listen to its sweet
And beautiful melody 
Then it starts to sing but 
Now its angry and 
The notes get faster and faster
Its like a tornado mixing everything 
Together but you 
Cant help but to listen to 
the violins sweet angry melody
Swarming around you like a hive of bees
Its addicting, its thrilling, its calming, and peaceful
All raped up in one
But soon its sweet voice slows and the end is
Near you listen 
As the anger turns to sadness 
And then its voice just 
Disappears