My Dad loved to play the violin <br />Magic strings held secrets within <br />A galloping bow played a rhapsody <br />Rosin added a pulse to the melody <br /> <br />Notes came to life... they had their own mortality <br />As a solo ended... Dad slowly came back to reality <br />Still mesmerized... I could see the tears he had <br />How could such beauty make my father so sad <br /> <br />Longingly, he thought of the place of his birth <br />His heart ached for his former home on earth <br />Leaving Hungary as a teen was a difficult choice <br />The loveliness of his music had a tender voice <br /> <br />On the riverbanks of the Danube were his thoughts <br />He was a free citizen, but his mind was tied in knots <br />One day my father got a brotherly hand written note <br />“Haven’t seen you in fifty years, come visit...” he wrote <br /> <br />It would be Dad’s first time traveling by air across the sea <br />He arrived holding a printed sign saying this is me <br />Letters of his name identified a face that had changed <br />His brother anxiously strained... embraces were exchanged <br /> <br />For a month, my father was abroad rekindling family ties <br />He was different when returned... sadness had left his eyes <br />A year later he died... silent strings no longer resonate <br />Melodious memories of his wonderful talent still captivate<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-melody-from-within/
