She cried for all the broken hearts, <br />Painted everlasting winters - <br />Floral patterns etched in ice; <br />A frozen tear to <br />Soften up the bastard bones. <br /> <br />Bow made love to needy string <br />In cooing fling - wanton whispers <br />Fondled under pianissimos, <br />Caressing callous hearts. <br /> <br />Melodrama swayed in satin sound - <br />Yet the player wasn't there, <br />Only creamy song - soothing, yearning, <br />Teasing bitter minds. <br /> <br />I sensed her persevering loneliness <br />For beauty of an evening, <br />Romance of a tune - laughing, <br />Sobbing at the fire. <br /> <br />Then a climax - <br />Writhing passion cutting deep - <br />Wounding macho flesh; <br /> <br />And all in a work of musical art: <br />Ephemeral stories, yarned of music <br />Honed impossibly through her tones. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music <br />music music music music music music<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/violin-9/
