Violin's Melody

A gentle rhythm under a false star,

ancient music for this tired world to hear.

Romantic fumes pour from a poet’s quill,

passion flowing like a great burgundy wine.

Alone on an oak stage with sheet music,

she plays with the moonlight.

The harmony basks the lonely with hope,

drowns the alcoholic’s with soberness.

Opening her soul to the ability of the violin,

swaying along in time with a heart of gold.

Feeling a cool breeze dance across her body,

a mild spring night hypnotizes the mood of love.

All is quiet in the room,

her skill captivates the angels in the corner.

This powerful song calls out the sweet tears from those who are near.

Bringing out lost memories of better days,

deep reflection is king for the moment.

Her violin stops playing and the beautiful night ends.

Chapter 83

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