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.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2014
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