An old friend, my violin, <br /> Still lies within it's case, <br /> And at times I take it out <br /> To play and reminisce. <br /> The joy of life it brought to me <br /> As I picked up that precious bow, <br /> And o'er the strings did play the songs, <br /> That were the best to know. <br /> My problems seemed to dwindle, <br /> My thoughts went high above, <br /> When the music flowed so gently, <br /> In tender tonelike love. <br /> There's nothing else can take it's place, <br /> The music of this world, <br /> To bring that special joy of life, <br /> To unloose and to unfurl.<br /><br />Aileen Karg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-11/
