Violin In the Darkness
Violin in The Darkness
Coughing,
Sobbing,
wrapped in dark.
On the surface,
bombs make their mark.
They want to be thankful
for being here.
Yet each person,
feels the breath of fear.
They hold their frightened children near.
Those little faces awash with tears.
A note,
a glorious note.
A solitary violin,
filling the emptiness within.
They feel a change begin.
Singing above and below the madness,
releases some joy within their sadness.
Wrapping them in blankets of light,
within this moment their minds take flight.
There will be no more tears tonight.
Transporting them to a happier time.
Meals of celebration,
toasted with glasses of wine.
Each note plays a glimmer of hope.
On wings of memories
together they float
Old and young humming along.
Each pass of the bow a glorious song.
Hearts feel comfort,
humanity revealed.
No longer locked in a shelter sealed.
Fear released with rosined bow,
spirits lifted on songs they know.
Joined as one they feel a glow.
Human hearts
Transcend mens worst.
Clinging to music no longer cursed.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Lifted on hope they listen and pray.
Into forever,
their angel plays.
Let the Music Play on Contest.
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