Gypsy Violin

A Poem By Raine // 1/13/2006

The bow is raised,
The fingers poised.
As the first strains of the guitar soar,
The violin strings quiver
As the bow dances madly across the strings.

The night is filled with the sound of
A Gypsy Violin.

The sound grows, faster, louder,
Fingers flying, dancing, leaping.
The music fades leaving only a memory
Until the last chord sounds,
A breathtaking moment.

Comments

Ahh!!! This is so perfect.

Ahh!!! This is so perfect. Perfect rhythm, perfect wording, perfect feel. I am a fiddler, so I can definitely relate. When playing my favorite fast bluegrass songs it feels JUST LIKE THAT!!! Very well done.
God bless you!

Damaris Ann | Thu, 11/13/2014

God uses the milestones as stepping stones to bring us closer to Him. We may not see it in the moment, but we can always look back and see the memorials of His love in the crumbles of our stumbling blocks.

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