I wrote a bit of poetry today and thought I'd post it here. Tell me what you think! :)
The violin is cradled in your hands like a fragile bird
A bird that is singing under your bow.
You coax out the melody, graceful and lithe
You and the music are one.
The strings are trembling
Overcome with emotion
The notes ache with words that can only be felt.
The bow dips and falls
Alive within your fingers
Poignant, spilling out the beauty in your soul.
Have a lovely day. :)
P.S. Picture of violin is from Google. ;)