Notes escape from the violin as bow kisses strings
Breathe of a melody pure as whisper of angel wings
Shattered windowpane allows heaven to share
Nocturnal sighs escape through the balmy air
When dawn awakens household below
Violin will remain alone with its bow
Dusty and discarded on wooden attic box
Neglected, rejected like unmated socks.
But the predawn medley so hauntingly sweet
Is joined with serenade in the stars complete
With seraphim and other heavenly host
Crying Holy, Holy, Holy to His Utmost
love your humor here,
witty piece.
Sad, sweet, joyous, full of hope. You managed to present all of these with such a lovely presentation of words. I like your poetry very much. Hugs, pat
What a lovely poem:)
This is so beautiful. I can hear the sad lonely song of the violin and feel the hopefulness rising out of the dusty attic. Very nicely done!