Krish Radhakrishna Poet Quatrain

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The Sound of Violin

I pricked my ears to follow the sound,
As did my son and our puppy hound,
delight of violin in full tune,
Played to setting sun and rising moon!

Winter evening was well underway,
Christmas carol singers in full sway,
Violin was playing the church psalms,
And Beethoven,Elgar, Berg and Brahms.

Mystery player hidden from view,
Three ardent followers, wish he knew,
Our quest to trace the source was in vain,
The flow of music was unrestrained!

A bright full moon but it was still dark,
couple in romance strolling the park,
sound of violin has come to stop,
If not for ducks one can hear pin drop.

In corner of park a wooden bench,
the maestro was here, was my hunch,
Some tell tale signs of food and foot prints,
Other than these there were no more hints!

We returned next week for an encore,
A Christmas cake with thank you decor,
There was no music but silence all the way.
Near the bench, a note:-
           “ RIP, In heaven you shall play!”

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Andrea Dietrich February 18, 2020 at 6:41 PM What a lovely poem, Krish. if there is ever a Christmas contest that allows old poems, it would be one to use! Krish Radhakrishna February 19, 2020 at 12:50 AM Thanks Andrea. I shall see if there is. I rarely write for contests but contests inspire and help. This one sprang up on me from nowhere.

Quoth Theraven February 16, 2020 at 6:33 PM Krish, Left to wonder at the maestro in the park. But not at the maestro of the poem. Let your violins play on. -Richard Krish Radhakrishna February 16, 2020 at 8:50 PM Thank you Richard, for the lovely comment. Let the music of love play in our hearts!