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Sound of Violin

I hear the night of your appalling death
In the theme of silent despair your next
For worthless life that incident had bet
Then seized the light of your musical text. 
Your crest fallen ghost haunts my sentiment
As if telling denouement of unknown
And notes unwritten shares an involvement
With an instrument death has not yet shown. 
Now I'm taking an ear feasting revenge
To clear the puzzle your death left unsolved;
The music you own inspired to avenge
My master tenor talent pain absolved. 
Since its only sounds my ear outmost lean
Let me be the heir of your violin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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