Holy Violin
Behold! beauty begot beauty
the rhythm in such simple melodies
that follow your gaze torture my heart
and plays it all along with an angels touch
worries be to my eardrums whose dance never cease.
wonders wander beneath my cranium
And my fears escalate into desperation
all things that radiates from your soul
lure me to fall like the angels whose heart
kissed and drunk from a woman's blossom
gods of Nyasaland! pardon me of the disgrace
that sheath my tongue in silence
while the strings vibrate into irresistible music
render me charming lyrics to sing
to the voice of her holy violin
even only for a sand drop of time.
Copyright © Timothy Chirambo | Year Posted 2018
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