Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry

Poem 22 - My Violin

A/N:

I wrote this when my violin was.... a bit out of order... Luckily, I was able to fix it myself (so proud!).

I put into this poem all the feelings of a frustrated musician who wants to play the violin but can't. I hope that you'll like it guys!

Dedicated to James Albert Narvaez... a best friend, and fellow violinist. It seems to me that he will be able to relate to this.

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My Violin,

Sighing, I put you away

Even though I wish to play.

You are worn, and out of tune;

How I yearn to touch you soon!

With a smile, I now recall

Sweet airs we used to extol,

With a smooth slide of your bow.

Oh, I still hear the echo!

I remember your taut strings

And the songs that each one sings.

I think of your glossy wood,

And hope to play, if I could!

Oh, was it when you were new

That I never tired of you?

Ah my dear! That is untrue,

Because now I do feel blue.

So do not worry darling;

Fixing you is just the thing.

It would be a grievous sin

To replace you Violin.

Love,

Your Musician