A Slowing Melody

The melodious croon carried a tune
A simple tune that was a mellow croon
The high eighth notes of a violin
Were harmonizing above the others

The poor stringed quartet, the other night,
Read their tattered music by sheer gas light
The deeper instruments' bows bounced with
Each swift movement...
Each flick of the starving wrist

This beautiful solemn melody pored into my heart
From this tune, I could not be apart
They played, not with their weary hands,
But with their souls

With each passing note, each passing bar,
This melody, once a soft croon, was now oh so far!
It was a demading, intense pulse...then it slowed
Instead of the weeping violin that flowed...
Fading...
Vanishing...





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Chasen said...
Oct. 11, 2012 at 7:11 pm
I really like this poem! I love the theme and the overall feel of it.  Very Nice!!
 
Chasen said...
Oct. 11, 2012 at 7:11 pm
I really like this poem! I love the theme and the overall feel of it.  Very Nice!!
 
BlueSunset said...
Oct. 10, 2012 at 7:27 am
Really really like this! Great poem! x
 
KeidraB said...
Oct. 9, 2012 at 6:42 pm
Wonderful Choice Of Words! I Really Enjoyed Reading It!
 
sunshine925 said...
Jul. 19, 2012 at 3:11 pm
you are very old fashioned aren't you? :) all of your poems are truly lovely. good job:)
 
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