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
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