The Violin

The Violin
Form: Free Verse

Her strings sing of moonlight
the melancholic songs of solitude
that echo through the twilight mist
and the stars come out to hear her violin
as it caresses the darkening sky
with the resonance of the tears she cries
as her heart pours out through her bow
the silvery moon weeps at such despair
as the solitary girl plays her tune
the moon and stars listen
to music taking flight
until the birthing of the sun brings a new day
but she will sing her violin another night

©JGFarmer2021

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