Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts, 
Painted everlasting winters -
Floral patterns etched in ice; 
A frozen tear to 
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling - wanton whispers 
Fondled under pianissimos, 
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound -
Yet the player wasn't there, 
Only creamy song - soothing, yearning, 
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening, 
Romance of a tune - laughing, 
Sobbing at the fire.
 
Then a climax - 
Writhing passion cutting deep -
Wounding macho flesh; 

And all in a work of musical art: 
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music 
Honed impossibly through her tones.

agecrydarkdaughterfree verse

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