The Blue Violin

The Blue Violin The blue violin plays for me Says the scented rhododendrons No the violin sings to me Says the slum girl at the window What music is this asks the lark The more the sky scatters the blue The more my breast reddenes with joy The boy strums the red crescendo The notations I assemble The face that I kissed as a boy The girl that defied all the walls The death making way for the life The blue violin plays for me I won't die the patient exclaimed May 4, 2018