VIOLIN IN HER MUSIC WORLD by Rahel Equbay
She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters –
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to soften up
the bastard bones of her audience.
Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling – went on thy whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.
Melodrama swayed in satin sound
– Yet the player wasn’t there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.
I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening:
Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.
remains me of the lights in his eyes
Then a climax –
Writhing passion cutting deep –
Wounding macho flesh,
my ears drum bleed to hear her voice
And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yearned for music
impossibly through her tones: only
She’s one in a million..
HER MUSIC IS THE RHYTHM TO OUR HEARTBEATS.