Bow on the string
As violins are on E.
Vibrato shakes each note,
As the sound surrounds you.
High,
Each bowing
Seeming to draw the note out,
An impossibly high octave.
Violas are on C.
As each down bow,
Shakes you
And the up bows
Are claimed by high 3rds.
Cellos play tremolo
As they make the shifts
Along with the bass.
Each instrument
Breathing-
Screaming.
As Staccato
And pizzicato
Claim the note
As it's own
Drowning.
But you sit on the chair,
Rosin flying off the strings
And you bow.
You continue to play
The horrid
Beautiful
Music.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoetrySometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
