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 that 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 home 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 handwritten 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 at his destination holding a sign saying this is me. <br />Letters stating his name, identifying a face that had changed. <br />His brother anxiously strained and embraces were exchanged… <br /> <br />For one month, my father was abroad rekindling family ties. <br />When he returned he was different, sadness had left his eyes. <br />A year later he died; silent violin strings no longer resonated. <br />My melodious memories of his wonderful talent still captivated.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-voice-from-within/
