Her Violin Sings at Night

She plays softly by the moonlight
In mournful solitude surrounded by mist
With the moon listening to the violin's song.
The notes caress the stars at night
As the violin sings with her tenderness.
The night carries the music along.

She comes alone at night to sit by the lake
And pour her heart into the violin's strings.
The violin's voice haunts the nighttime air.
She plays a song of longing that makes her heart break.
Her spirit weeps as her violin sings,
While into the night rises a song of despair.

The moon and the stars lend their ears
As the solitary maiden comes to play
And the mournful notes take flight.
They listen until the sun's greeting nears
And the tune finishes with the birth of the day,
But will be started anew when her violin sings at night.

Reviews

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ooooooooh wow this was absolutely beautiful.
I love the violin, so soothing, relaxing. Sometimes the strings to seem to cry out.

I loved the ending, the last stanza.
What do you think about the last line if it were to read; Will start anew when her violin sings at night?
Loved this piece, the flow was wonderful

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

One of your best, my friend :) XX

[Black Swan Poetry]

I really like this. Music and words are so powerful on their own and together.

[VelvetRosetta]

Beautiful, I love the violin, it can be charming, soothing, elegant and romantic, but also dark and mysterious.
The violin's voice haunts the nighttime air....Wonderfully done!

[Lily Mae]

You described it so well I got chills thinking I could hear her weep...hear the violing playing.. excellent write..x