My violin lover sits on my shoulder feeling the rhythm
Notes fly to the dusty rafters, singing little musical system
Melodic and ever-rich in pure tones of knowledge and wisdom
Never to be mocked or mimicked or to become a slighted victim
Speak to me a new song that lifts my heart from darkness
Resignation sets and resolve too and my soul is full of stillness
For bleak memories have left for awhile and so has such madness
Do not leave my shoulder or my heart for then you would be heartless
Longing for additional adoration and thus never for music to forfeit
Let live and give your continuous gift of grace never having to force it
Not ever falling into stilted feelings and stiffness as that given from corset
Around the world you will travel in my longing loving heart's orbit
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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