Accardo's Stradivarius

Salvatore Accardo inspiring music

Accardo's Stradivarius[1] 

On a bright sunny Martian afternoon,

I travelled the curves of a wet river sided road

In my head, I heard the moaning call of a violin 

The pizzicato of dripping water:

The decomposing of old man winter's putrid body.

Vibrations from Accardo's Stradivarius 

Were but carved wooden butterfly wings

That lifts my soul to the highest highs

And down to the lowest low

Violin vibrations of metal

Tickled by horse's mane

Resonating out a wooden woman shape body

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