The
Violin
Other
Violins
Haunting
Violins
Sweet
Violins
The
Violin
The
violin------exquisitely------weeps
While----it's----tender beauty-----eloquently-----tenderly speaks
Singing----on
lofty wings
With----peaceful strings
And-----lovely----things
Speaking
to-----a wounded soul
(The message----is--- passion)
Captivated----enthralled
Under----its' control
If
you can hear
and listen-----clear
All
gentleness----and tenderness
It can----only----bless
The
sad sad----tones
quietly----sighs----and----moans
For
it----emotes
such----breathtaking----notes
The melody-----floats
To
a place----of pain
Gentling----the mind----again and again
A
healing balm
with peace----and calm
Speaks
its secret sorrow
For those
Having----no----tomorrow
Stirring
such----emotion
A magical potion
Oh
hear my song
It won't be long
Til----pain----is gone
My bow----does whisper-----soft-----and low
How-----does------it know
Where
I----have been
To bring me back----again
To
a life which----begs to mend
Needing to-----begin---------again
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Other Violins
Crashing thunder
While----being----under
A
deep----dark----spell
Living in----anothers'----hell
Warm......gentle.....rain
releases....a......life
oming----so----close to-----feeling----slain
The
violin------mourns-----and----pleads
I'm----on----my----knees
Near
to----fainting
My life-----its'-----painting
Slain----in
the ----spirit
Oh! How I need to----hear----it
It
gets----in----my----bones
Through----my----mind----it----moans
It
screams----and sobs------and----whispers----low
The magic----in the----magic bow
Air
on a----G-String
On ----delicate wing
It
pleads----and bleeds-----dies-----and----cries
It glimpses-------paradise
It
moans----and groans-----begs----for----understanding
You cannot speak or----think there's only----feeling
It
calls----to you
The ones----who hear-----far-----and----few
It
asks the question
with such-----perfection
Are
you ready----to be----real?
Are you ready-----to----heal?
Are you ready----to----feel?
I weave----such magic
in lives-----so----tragic
I
calm the soul
For those who feel
They've lost------control
I
----tenderly-----minister----and----weep
To wake you----from----your----sleep
I'm
here----to----cheer
Give voice----to----fear
If
I have the chance
You'll----need----to----dance
I
speak----and----moan
For those-----alone
I
wrap your fears----in----light
To----those
Who've----lost----all
sight
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Haunting Violins
An
instrument-----of pain
which sobs------its' own----refrain
An
instrument----of love
Cooing----softer----than-----any dove
To
live again
Be free----from pain
One can almost-----feel------insane
An
instrument of mankinds'-----infinite passion----and hope
So a dying ----soul/world----can cope
Can you hear it----speak?
The power
of----the ----climax----peak?!
The
crescendo------wild
As if a----frantic-------child
An
instrument----of----love
Haunting----calling----angels----from----above
Can you hear its whimper-----soft-----and----low
Going where----no others go
Follow
me----for I----must go
To memories----and hope
Where
only-----angels----sow
And where----the ocean----flows
They
play the violin
Allowing----life's shackles-----to fall
And---I
am-------freed
No harps-----again----will they----ever----need
Music
therapy
The violin----says to----me
I
will be----your constant----friend
I will never----go----away
There will be----no-----end
I'll
soothe (your soul)------your----brow
If you just----bend to me-----just----now
The
beauty----of the----world
(when I----commence-----to Asing@)
Shown----to
you-----with----miracles
----unfurled
All
holy-----and-----so pure
Like you-----I do-----endure
Heaven----sounds----like
this
An angels'----kiss
Softer
than----the angels' wing
Such joy----to heartache----I always----bring
If
heaven----feels----like this
I'll-----have----my wish
Sometimes----unbearable
The soul----is full
unutterable----to
describe
you have----to be----alive
unutterable----to----the
human voice
One does rejoice
Because to me
It seems----to be----praying
Without----words
(you cannot speak)
It must-----be heard
For
only----those----who love
(can hear the sounds)
Cascading----pouring down
From up above
Only----those who----love-----can-----feel
How it-----is-----sweet----and real
Sobs
of passion
Soaring----pouring----out
There
is no doubt
That----that----is what life is all about
While
your----eyes----repose----in-----ecstasy
ut you----still-------see
For
this----is the way------
It----was ----meant
to be
Most
(people) with----cold----facade
so----lost----within----and----hard
Let
it out
Laugh----cry-----dance and shout
The
violin
an only----bring that-----out
But you----must----open up
Drink the music----as from
----a-----silver----cup
It
will speak to you
Like----nothing else you ever----knew
And
will----renew
Your very soul it's----only----goal
As
finest----gold
Ancient----beauty
As in----days----of old
Only
those----who love
an hear its message
Streaming
down----from up----above
Only
those----who've cried----and died
( an hear its message)
Awake----and-----come--------inside
They
with such----poverty----of mind-----and----spirit
Can ----never-----ever------hear it
The
land----of----violin
Where life begins----anew-----again
Bringing thoughts of:
Fragrant
flowers
Sleepy bowers
Whiling----away
The untold----hours
Pansies----with
their----pretty faces
Queen Annes-----with their filigreed-------laces
Lightening
bugs----
Fantasies----and dreams
The
north star-----winking
to----magic-----moonbeams
Tiny-----kittens
purring-----and batting----their
Velvet-----mitttens
Little
old----ladies
and----drowsy----babies
Wishes----turning
into-----okays----and maybees
Dragonflys----and
lullabies
Mysterious fog----and moonlit-----skies
Ladybugs----and
tight----hard------hugs
A
stringed----symphony
10,000 voices----singing----The Hallelujah horus
Deep----dark
chocolate
In----creamy-----mugs
Robert
Mondavi-----wine
Faces----that----seem-----to----shine
(Maybe from the >fruit-of-the-vine?)
God---------------------------------The
Divine
A
quiet----mood
(Music)------as-----soul----food
A
passionate-----kiss
and----total----bliss
Maine
(Heaven)------in----georgous-----fall
I hear her----call
A
----majestic-----water----fall
The whipporwill's ----sweetest----call
I'm
not----on earth-----at all
Fairy----wings
Silvery----shining----things
Snowflakes----falling----slowly
as if
in----a water globe
Gently----sifting----
It's just-----like------drifting
A
forest----dark----and quiet
Oh weep----and mourn
While----beauty----is-----born
Sing----and----lilt----and--------sigh
it
Evergreens----sighing
Homeward at dusk birds----are----flying
I
rise
to claim----the----prize
Exquisite--------rapture
Nothing else-----can ever----capture
Beauty----and ------Elegance----and poetry
Is who I want----to----be
As
if----caught by a raging storm
Overwhelmed----and swept away
Flying----in----a----lightening
cloud
When night----has turned to----day
Profound
Unable----to----utter----a----sound
The
pain-----is----real
The notes------they----steal
ME-----far----away
To another time-----another day
Where
the only rule
(there is no school)
Is
that you must always------play
In
another----universe
Oh! Sing-----that----powerful----verse
I
will----rehearse
The-----
ecstasy
And dance----the----melody
You bring----to me
Dance
me
Into-----ecstasy
Where
only those
Who have----eyes----to----see
The
completed----me
Totally------free
The
land-----of-------violin
(If you can hear-----the----message)
Where-----life
Begins--------again
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Sweet Violins
------calling me again
Take me back----to a precious time------when
I
was happy and innocent
That was a time-----too soon----spent
I
guess it was when I was a little child----
----before others-----themselves------defiled
Abuse----no
excuse
Some----so-all obtuse
The
time spent----in my childhood----church
No memories where anyone----can ruin----or besmirch
That
gentle time
efore my lifelong uphill----climb
(Reverend
Moses, Reverend McGeorge, Reverend urbury)
Ministers of love-----Ministers of light
Ministers calling forth----to the heart's----delight
Long
before I knew----for my life I'd need to fight
They
reflected Jesus' life
Those others reflected----their own----strife
While snuffing out another's----life
Those----
ministers were poor in wordly----goods
They loved----as Jesus would
They-----understood
They
were not the judge and----jury
Had no need----to torture me
With questions------endlessly
They knew----of Jesus' love
----and----empathy
The
epitome-----of love----and transparency
What a -----glowing-----testimony
(opposite from those others'-----acrimony)
They shared----all that they----had
They wept when----your soul was sad
One of them even took on the role----as a dad
Prayed
for you
Stayed----for you
Held
you----tight
When there seemed to be no light
Rejoiced----with you with all their might
Such
simple-----people
In that Reformed aptist hurch under that----steeple
They
nurtured-----and comforted
Unlike those others----whose behavior only buffeted
Like
in a carnival when you try to
see if you can shoot a bullseye
Like
a wounded----deer
Looks at the hunter
in haunted surprise
They
took----their rifles
and
shot-------me
Right
Between
The
Sighs
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