With Your Violin

(2nd edition; 092613)

In the midst of the crowd—

I heard your voice, high and piercing,

Anger bursting, bringing freedom

From deep within.

Strings crying; your bow pleading.

The notes swaying, flying—melting.

It bled right through me.

It made me hate you.

Oh, how I loved you.

You fascinated me.

Strangers walking, swimming, to and fro.

Moving forward, moving slow.

But you kept me there—

A prisoner.

Your music taunting me,

Keeping me,

Making me a part of you.

I didn’t want to be.

But I stood there,

And watched your silent tears.

Pure pearls reaching out

Through the melody.

The darkness, heartbreaking—chilling.

Like morning dew dripping—dripping—down.

And fell on the barriers;

Falling. Down.

Cracking. Seeping warmth.

I fell in love with you.

With your darkness and your fears,

The child imprisoned; the man released

With the music from the violin.

The train stopped; people rushed in and out.

A whistle blew—a shout;

And you looked up.

You smiled at me—forgot the bow,

Held out your hand.

You fell in love with me.

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