Violin
First you hear it
Its sweet and soft
So quiet and loving
You hear its sweet voice singing
Among all others
Then it gets louder and louder
the notes warped around you like a
Warm blanket you cant
Help but listen to its sweet
And beautiful melody
Then it starts to sing but
Now its angry and
The notes get faster and faster
Its like a tornado mixing everything
Together but you
Cant help but to listen to
the violins sweet angry melody
Swarming around you like a hive of bees
Its addicting, its thrilling, its calming, and peaceful
All raped up in one
But soon its sweet voice slows and the end is
Near you listen
As the anger turns to sadness
And then its voice just
Disappears
Copyright © Trina Aiken | Year Posted 2010
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