Violin

As violins bequeath their dulcet tones and peaceful shivers marry with the air, the daydreams drift and pause where life has flown across the strings of wishes like a prayer. The bow drawn gently is a pebble's wake that travels through the air like waves to shore, and builds in shallows where they rise and break from pianissimo to forte's roar. No matter what crescendo note is drawn, it is a haunting echo in the mist and vibrant tones that whisper in the dawn the secrets that are lost within its midst. So here, or huddled in a theater crowd, no finer gift of peace am I endowed...