Violin Tears
Weaving its magical way into my very being
Comes a sweetness found only in its listening
Deep within my feeble mortal frame’s keeping
I do love listening to a mournful violin weeping
A strange melancholy is woven by bow and string
Its soft melody enables my fragile heart to sing
Seduced by sadness, I hear those sweet notes play
Yet the hearing of the tune brightens my every day
A beautiful haunting sound of tragedy and tears
Caressing my emotions, while soothing all my fears
Gentle tears fall on my face as I recall any past regret
I smile to myself as I have learnt not to worry or fret
What is done is now gone, it is consigned to history
What is to come is the making of a precious memory
Patrick Brennan © 2010
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