The Violins

Violins. Beautiful, intellectual
Violins; velvet strings singing
intoxicating melodies into the
gentle night, so soft,
yet so loud.

Sharp, yet soothing,
and oh so powerful.

Sleek gloss over smooth wall,
rich, comely violin, emitting
sharp notes cutting enough
to shred dark fabric.

Now a boat, rocking so
gently, lullingly. The
sea is calm.

A hand sliding across
silk, a soft sweep, a
violent lurch; a

by Ballerina With Fins

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Sleek gloss over smooth wall, loved that line awesome poem I love the violin I play a little. Lylyanna