The Girl's Song

July 26, 2008
By Jamie Geer SILVER, Warrenville, Illinois
Jamie Geer SILVER, Warrenville, Illinois
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She softly picked up the small wooden instrument,
delicately placing in the knap of her neck.
The bow swiftly sweeps the strings,
and a symphony beings.
The notes not coming from a score,
but yet from with in her soul.
A carnival of notes, and pitches, and beats,
Fills the air and brings a croud to it's feet.
But then the beat slows, saddens, and sorrows,
mocking the happy carnival tune from before.
Gradually the notes become longer and quieter,
until the delicate thread of music gives way.
The girl quietly puts down her small wooden insterment,
and walks away.
A smille on her face mocking her tears.

The author's comments:
I wrote this during a stressful point in my life. It was inspired by a day that I picked up my violin and started playing randome notes rather than looking at any sheat music. At first it was a happy tune, but then I began to think about all the things that have been bothering me, and the music started to change with my mood. I began to play slow, sad notes that reflected the tears that were streaming down my face. I was venting my sadness through the violin. I kept on playing untill the notes were almost silant. When I finally put down my violin I could feel the weight that was lifted off of my shoulders and heart. Because of that I was able to smile.

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