Violin
So sad – so tragic
So misty – so clear
Theres a streak of terror
Flowing through the air
The strings they whsiper to me
Like ghosts the sounds appear
A music with emotion
The scenery sheds tears
The walls they cry and blender
The structures twist and bend
The violin weeps sweetly
Wildly at the end
If music had identity
It would hit me with a punch
So strong it knocked my teeth out
And swallowed my soul for lunch.
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