Black Art

poem about a black violin

Music is carried from the winds the sound of sorrow
someone plays there life away on this black art
tears streaming onto the ground there above playing
black art
The moon comes from inside the clouds shining upon this the Black art of music
it is a violin of black her tears running down the sides of the violin
the tune of sorrows is played
 the notes responding to her
the sound carried away
and she is left with a single black art
Black art of sorrows
"Save me she whispers" into the winds