The Viola

Stringed strained vibrations
 alto hauntings of the heart
 playing strumpet along the inner ear
 responsive fingering that cries aloud;
intensified bravado rhythms
that reverberate the shoulders, chin and arm
 sensuous, distinctive obligatos
 resonant timbre both sensual and veiled austerity
 weeping muted strings,
calling out remote interludes
wafting on the darkened winds
 forboding escape bidding the heart
 to forget its muffled lament
and play on.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Theraven Avatar
July 5, 2021 at 12:05 PM
Hello DM, Interesting piece in sweetest music and musing, your Viola. How was your 4th of July week-end? -Richard
Turner Avatar
June 27, 2021 at 11:54 AM
Some say the viola is a violin with a college education. lol Nicely scribed, DM. Where words end, music begins.
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