Encounters With a ViolinistA Poem by KPViolins are Awesome!
Fingers flowing up and down the violin they belonged to the hands of an Inspiration. I smiled at the fingers and they waved hello back as they moved up and down the neck.The beholder of the fingers winked at my appreciation for his work.I smiled for his notice of appreciation.The lighting of the room changed, and it was finished.
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Added on February 10, 2013 Last Updated on February 10, 2013 |