The Musician

January 12, 2009
By violingirl BRONZE, Cedar Hills, Utah
violingirl BRONZE, Cedar Hills, Utah
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I once discovered a young Musician
Whose simple songs were her own creation.
Though she was quiet and misunderstood,
Her music revealed her every mood.
On days when anger raged within
Her fingers flew with fury upon her violin.
And on those gloomy days when depressed and low,
She would play a somber melody with a slow and heavy bow.
And when she played her face filled with light,
Her eyes shined like stars on a cloudless summer night.
For she played for herself, not merely to impress
Her motive I admire and my life she has blessed.

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This article has 2 comments.

kodaluv said...
on Feb. 13 2009 at 8:20 pm
i understand where she comes from!!!! im a violinist!!!!! luved it absolutly!!!

LinzyLove said...
on Feb. 13 2009 at 8:16 pm
Wow. i love stuff about musicians, even though I'm a violist. lol nice poem ;-)


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