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