Millard Lowe Poet Prose Poetry

The Violin Player

THE VIOLIN PLAYER

Poised chin, resting warmly in the tailored cup,
     Seals the union.
The smooth bow tenderly caresses each tuned string;
    Fingers gentle as milk
Roam the slender mahogany neck: sweetly
     Stealing silence.

The ebony hued harmonic vault echoes released passions
     Of an innocent heart
Bleeding a mosaic canvas: coloring metered air
     With cosmic rhythms.

Cosmic rhythms: teasing tympanic membranes
     With melodic ecstasy.

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Ralph Sergi April 4, 2016 at 7:43 PM Hi Millard: A beautiful poetic description of a violinist and how you articulated the shape and rhythm of the music. My compliments! Millard Lowe April 5, 2016 at 8:47 AM Ralph, thanks for the read and feedback. I appreciate you encouraging complements. Peace and Love, Millard Lowe.

Daver Austin April 4, 2016 at 3:22 PM Could this be the Ginastera Concerto? Talk about mosaics and cosmic rhythms. For sure it isn't Paganini. Congrats on this fine selection. daver Millard Lowe April 5, 2016 at 8:53 AM Thanks Daver for the awareness of the nature of your comment. This poem was written during a live performance of ____ Concerto by a young 15 year on girl! Peace and Love, Millard Lowe.

Punnia Viswan Bhatia February 22, 2016 at 12:12 AM lovely :)) enjoyed this..rating.. Millard Lowe February 22, 2016 at 9:06 AM Once again, thanks for the read and feedback; most appreciated. Peace and Love. Millard Lowe