The ViolinistA Poem by Michael ThrowerA depiction of emotional struggle using the image of a Violinist and her craft.Standing upstage
she plays all night To an audience of
herself. Mirage of face in
silence pale Violin echoes the toll of bell. Strings of veins
and sharply cut bow She took a bow
and let it flow Music displayed
in crimson tears Drying up after
all these years. The show is over,
she leaves the stage Exhaustion drives
her to the Page Quill in hand,
she writes a prayer Ending words let
down with care. © 2012 Michael ThrowerAuthor's Note
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