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The Violinist

I. Little miss unwanted loved freedom
She’ll sit windowless watching
the world wait
Streaking fingers on the
empty spaces she fills
but not enough
Planting, seeding, sowing
her words to provide hunger
to those who ache to have compassion
yet too heartless to gain any of their own
She who grasps the feather of
birds too light to be carried away

II. Big mister clutched life at its seams
Yours, she is, encased violin
Notes of bitterness echoing, reverberating, looping
Now you know eternity as it grasps
strings of vibrancy ending with a lasting finality
She, your violin, will you ever let her go?

III. The hourglass
Grain pain, wince, grit
Her teeth on glass, fingernails
no chalkboard, no chord
Ice and desert
She can’t look or see
so she’ll play for you her measures
Grow higher with unspoken words

IV. tsal ta modeerF
shards untangled as you watch
her break free
Falsetto too old for her fate
Dolce vita, c’est la vie
She’ll say windowless
Her violin words caress and flourish
Your mind compassioned will say
little miss violin

you are my wings

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